THE CHEW

I am a herbivore chewing day and night

I chew in the morning, when the leaves’ got dew

I chew in the evening, to  rumour,  gossip and backbite.

What’s in a chew?

A new chew makes my night bright.

Gives me might when nothing good is in sight

I love how it eats my teeth

To cripple then kill

Colourises them: black, brown, green- a rainbow never seen

Murders  them one by one...till there’s none.

The chew’s a brew

 Breeds false hopes

Dreams real as a hairpiece.

The chew’s a silent suicide

A death coming in bits and shreds

Makes child of the adult- who

Cries in its absentia

Makes child of the adult-who

Sighs by seeing it.

     © ABDULGHANI SHEIKH HASSAN