THIS STORY OF CAPABILITY (Crazy Stanzas)

The porcupine walked like the kqueeng of pride
Tongue-macheting and butchering lion
“You are like the foolish baboon
Who stays only in the thighs of trees
Pouring promises like rain
In an action of zero
Let me be
Let me be the kqueeng of this jungle
And see the change and peace and light and food
That will fall like manna from the juices of my capabilities”

II
And so all animals in the jungle hoped
Frowning on failures of lion
Hoping the great meeting day runs fast to them
So they could sweep him out like filth in River Tuse

III
Formulas poured from the tongue
And fell from the beak of porcupine
Like dew of dawn
Kissing and caressing dreams of all the living in the jungle
Until the meeting day arrived

IV
It didn’t take long
For all who were strong
To whisk the throne from the buttocks of lion
As the weak cursed
“Look into your promising tank
There sure is nothing but mosquitoes of disappointments
Biting our expectations and sucking them dry
As hunger hangs us on hangers of deception
Go with your failure and let the capable help us flourish”

V
Porcupine became the first Kqueeng of the jungle
The crown of the king and queen placed on his decorated head, then he saw stance did matter and differ in ruling

VI
Time traveled no long distance
Before the animals saw they erred
Rains stopped falling
Suns stopped shining
Air seldom blew
So trees became lean and sickly and bald
Leaves and flowers suffered burns and died
Rivers died and became evaporative ghosts
Leaving the jungle and inviting heat and thirst

VII
The animals rushed to the kqueeng
Who sat by the unquenchable river
Sipping as servants fan relaxation into the throne
Complains started falling like snow in winter
Then turned threats slowly turned into a frost bite
Before it could escalate into a demonstration
Arrows were shot into them
Killing many and planting fear in all
As their knees tasted sharp stones to plead for mercy

VIII
And so it was
That the jungle lost it all
Some animals praying for the next meeting
Which sat quietly in the far future
Some animals wailing in regret
Some animals fleeing to live
Some animals grumbling about their stupidity
Some animals acting stooges to be favoured and gifted by the kqueeng
Who lived up to the name
And always looked down to shame
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 2, 2019

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