Spoken Word 3

From the rings of Saturn

It is certain that rings, ring a bell

Artifacts without a beginning or an end

Rounded like roundabouts,

The axis upon which the world runs about

With stranded men at its center

Even though life is no bout,

Same men rout friends to make enemies.

In a ring, the bout between friends

Only ends no where

Because, a ring, has no end

Like dark tunnels with no light

Men smite men

To become gods with no kingdom

Ding Don,

The bell of the presumed don rings

With sound waves that do not echo beyond his own ear ring

We fail to realize we will move further together than apart

With ring-like friendships with no end

Our achievement would have no end

How can two walk together except they agree

Not to be greed led,

Because, its effect, like rust,

Destroys the integrity of the ring

Leaving us with no lord over the ring

Unlike a ring no end

My piece has come to an end.

By: Azariah Batsa Anneh (BA²)