This short poem was inspired when i read Proverbs 5:1-20. It is the story of someone who had been through a bitter experience, trying to warn another person about to make the same mistake. I have always found it intriguing that we try to help other people avoid the same mistakes we made and it has nothing to do with religion, ethnicity or color, it just being humane; this is all this poem is about.
Dear Friend, listen closely
Listen I pray attentively
This is how I see it
If you listen, don’t forget see
You will get good sense
And escape trouble, no matter how tense.
I made the mistake already,
So listen, you can avoid it be ready.
I was idle when I should have been busy
Didn’t want stress, took the way easy
I should have been working
Instead I was lurking.
Then I saw her; she was a vision
From head to toe, she was perfection.
She walked towards me; I asked if I was dreaming?
When she spoke, her voice was smooth and soft,
Sweet like honey in a pot.
She said “I have been looking for you, let’s go have the time of our lives
And indeed we did, we had ourselves a blast
Everything happened so fast.
I lost my family, my home and my peace,
I was stripped of all piece by piece.
Listen friend, I know you are young;
But you are her prefect target and it won’t be long.
Before she strips you bare, a pain in your gut
A wound in your heart, as you rot.
Stay away from her, she is death
Her path leads straight to hell.
She may be beautiful outside
But she is black as night inside.
Don’t let her body fool you
Her voice, skills and expertise too.
I should have taken care of my home,
I have been satisfied with my own.
Oh dear friend, listen I beg;
Give wisdom to your heart and direction to your leg.
I can still hear her raucous evil laughter,
It mocks me daily, beats me like a batter.
She is a killa, that’s what she is;
She kills lives, homes and destinies see.