APRIL POETS

His Story

By

Oheri Otobo

Since man’s understanding

That man knows nothing

Man has tried to create

Man’s own something

But the thing about man that man forgets

Is that man is man and yes man forgets

Yet man on the other hand is resilient

And that’s mans great trait. To Man that’s brilliant

But man forgets this is not what man asked for

In fact man didn’t ask, yet man can still explore

And so man finds one mans trash is another mans treasure

And one mans pain is another mans pleasure

And one mans gain is another mans loss

And one mans slave is another mans boss

And what one man found the other man lost

And what one man caught the other man tossed

So whether or not man will ever agree

That man was not put here manually

Man will continue to believe in his own glory

Yet man still forgets man did not write his story

Time Machine

By

Oheri Otobo

Imagine a device so sophisticated

At any moment in time it could be obliterated

A system so simple it is too complex

And each idea is just as perplexing as the next

A mechanism controlled in stealth

Affecting every aspect of ones own health

A powerful ponderer so well put

It calculates every step to each rising foot

Unlocking the key to time travel

Each linked to a complicated marvel

A dangerous machine so time consuming

An image of the truth clear yet confusing

Elusive as a magician using its own magic

Able to envision the future both promising and tragic

Capable of teleport and rewriting the past

Mistakes no more, perfection at last

Then you open your eyes

And finally realize

Your perception has been all wrong

And time never existed it was a loop all along