Is this Deja Vu,
seems so strange
but so familiar.
With an uncanny
feeling like it
has happened before.
Is this just
a glimpse into
the past.
Seemed so weird,
with a feeling
so wired.
Like those
mornings when
the sun shines
so brightly but
the dark still
looms in the corner,
when gloom like
an umbrella hovered
and towered overhead,
like the cobwebs
that scattered
over the ceiling
of an abandoned
old hut,
guilt hung over
the feelings.
The head looks
down in shame,
disgraced as if
the face is
really messed up
with excreta.
I patiently watched
as they tried
so hard to
redeem themselves.
But nature was
so adamant to
respond favorably,
for their past
crimes are irredeemable.
Karma now knocks
on the door.
The reaper is
harvesting his wages.
He is not
looking at faces,
neither is he
a respecter of
class and status.
What they sowed,
they now reap.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.