This Odd Strange World
Introduction
The world around us is full of odd strange happenings that cannot escape mention before we lay down our heads to sleep. This is a world where strange things happen, and where wonders never cease. It offers comfort at times and becomes treacherous ground in the next minute. What is acceptable to you is an abomination in another part of the world. Yet, life seems to go on and on. Ohhhh, this odd strange world.
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where my helping hand has been scoffed at
Rebuked as if I committed a mortal sin
Ohhhh, this odd strange world
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where being old is considered ugly
My shriveled skin is likened to a wizard
Public vehicles a preserve for the young and cute
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where my complexion denied me everything
I know not how I got it on me
Who will answer to the question of shades?
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where the shaking of hands is frowned at
A bow they say is acceptable
We know not what you touched
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where a lizard or rat makes the day’s meal
My mind pondered on the good old steak
Ohhh, I wish I never had a tummy to feed
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where presidents are elected by tribe
Aspiring tribesmen are annihilated
Considered to be less than human
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where nations are kept at war
While their natural wealth is plundered
To enrich bigger nations
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where men consume juicy portions
Leaving women and children to eat the rest
Ohhh, this odd strange world
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where life is controlled via magic
Charms, portions abound in markets
Where can the Lord be found
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where white magic is considered good
And black magic is evil
Do magicians have a portion in heaven
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where a neighbor smiles nicely to you
Conspires for your murder at nightfall
And lives tomorrow as if nothing happened
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where human life is like a fowl’s
You are alive in the morning
But buried in the evening
I’ve been to parts of this world
Where strange odd things happen
I dare not mention all
Lest you lose your will to live
By Anjili
