"THE MIRROR I SEE" BY THE PUNSMITH

Through the broken mirror, 

I see faces in cracked places.

Each face, a trace…

A trace of what I lace

My mind to brace.

Perfection's affection

Caught me societal delusions,

Like promptly drinking a gallon of water,

After a million miles walk

Across the Sahara.

But now I seek change.

If my second tongue 

Pisses out ink,

Piece by piece,

To inscribe a jibe so I tribe my vibe,

What trace will I lace

For my face to transcribe

A perfect mirror

For others to subscribe.

Do I bribe my way…

Nigerian steeze?

Or change the changed

And still get a loose change?

No, 

I'll arrange a range

For my strange to stray,

To get a fresh phase.

I'm a Nigerian Youth,

Ready to sharpen my reflection

Until it's mine.

© ABDULMALIK YAHYA

(The Punsmith)

- Nigeria 

24-10-24

The poet persona uses a broken mirror to represent the unfavourable situations of his country. Hence, the bard believes he will surely take positive actions that would change Nigeria.