The poem

The poem

It’s our good luck charm
luck for anything that count
everybody has one
though its symbolism,
we’ll never denounce
For we’re busy living fast,
no time for any doubts
chasing after the preen dream,
where breaks last no more than a 16 ounce

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So cheers
cheers to the hardworking swarm
cheers to the advancing nation
cheers to every newborn
cheers to the father of all creation
cheers to those in uniform
cheers to those fueling our imagination

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But who would imagine
a myth so cherished, so highly adored
meant our truth perished, if truth be told…
One afternoon,
the president appeared on our screens
Hesitant, for the news he disclosed,
could never have been foreseen
« Our developing nation shall never
be based on false knowledge »
Everyone cheered!!!
« My fellow ostriches…we have been misguided »
The applause ceased…
He explained that a recent research
by phylogeneticist Dr.kays,
has deduced that knowledge concerning
our ancestor’s behavior, has been imprecise
Ostriches have never buried their
head when in fear
Nor when in moments of joy, sadness
or if a predator might appear
why we believed this is our Ins tinct,
we still have no clue
Yet we’ve come to place our heads
anywhere they’d fit into
As your leader, I have come to you uncovered,
I’m hereby dismantling this uncalled
for behavior, upon myself and those I govern

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Instantly flyers were handed out,
signs were put to use
No ostrich was allowed to cover its head,
no matter the excuse
They looked around, in hopes of being reassured
got a clear reflection of how much
they’re deeply confused
That day everybody left, and none came back
an overflow of doubt became a burden on their back
some drank to forget; others went on to crack
the white had the same essence, of the pitch black

 

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That’s when I was called into office,
sat across the president, politicians,
scientists and a couple of lawyers
They expressed to me how much
they appreciated my studies,
but Dr.smith here has just found
some contradictory discoveries.
Apparently leaving your head in open space
harms auditory perception,
and exposing our heads to sunlight
might cause erectile dysfunction
harming our system of reproduction,
not to mention, retina malfunction,
failure of neuromuscular junction,
atrial fibrillation and avian infection
out of all the assumptions,
that was just the introduction
He went on naming diseases found among species
like homosapiens and dolphins
But I understood, they wanted to
bury my discoveries at any cost
nothing personal, they just couldn’t
deal with anymore chaos
A vote to cancel the previous law
went around the table
those who agreed, buried their head,
mine remained stable

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After the meeting, everybody heard the good news
I found myself wandering among the celebrating hues
I wondered how we used to own the skies above us,
for we’re the biggest birds on earth
till we believed angels are more worthy,
a lesson we’re taught since birth
I wondered of all the fallen feathers,
and how the heavens must be filled with poets
gazing at the tree of knowledge,
with rotten apples below it
I wondered how come they never picked up the truth,
and upon us bestow it
or is it already within us,
but we’re terrified to show it
so we wonder around bleak, with a spark of our soul lit
If poetry lies its way t o the truth,
we’ve been lied to, and you know it.

 

HouHou

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