A Broken Beak

A Broken Beak.

A privilege it is to behold,

The fowl hard enough trying,

Futile many times I see,

The corn, on the ground to peck!

All in vain she tried,

To pick from the ground,

Along with its fellow birds,

The corn on the ground scattered,

Why in futility, is this effort?

Which so effortlessly should've been,

If equal, all things have been,

All because of a broken beak!

And here, a glimpse I get,

In the reminisce of experience had,

With numerous that I've seen,

Of people with disability and incapacitation,

How has life, with you been?

How treating you, is life?

To ask, these should we,

Of people with disability!

Not so easy but so hard!

As the fowl with the broken beak,

In futility trying so hard,

A corn into its mouth to peck!

So also are the efforts of many,

Who themselves have found, in disability,

When the help direly needed by them,

Were far away, too far to fetch!

In retrospect, I looked back again,

At the fowl with the broken beak,

In the competition of desperation,

With other birds for the needed food,

Pushed, by the pang of hunger and need,

For the food so surplus around,

But the incapacitation of the broken beak,

Made its efforts so futile, to behold!

But as the fellow birds amidst,

For God's sake we must not be!

To the plights of the incapacitated and the disabled,

Who themselves alone cannot help!

When in the competitions and struggles of life,

The struggles for the daily bread,

The helping hands indeed they need,

To them in earnest, we must give!

© Olusesi Kehinde Emmanuel

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