WHOSE REFLECTION IS ON THE MIRROR?

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WHOSE REFLECTION IS ON THE MIRROR?
My thoughts are grinded in the depths of my imagination.
Saddled with brimming and overwhelming scary complications
Maybe I should crack and then I take a break?
Or I just brace myself up and face issues head-on without brakes!
A father takes away the sexual innocence of his daughter-that’s Cranky!
A mother pressurizes her child to immoral insolence-that’s tacky!
Who is a saint and who is a sinner? is a question we are faced with daily.
The answers to this we are willing to provide consciously or not rarely.
*Sometime I try to look at the rhythm in rhymes and times
*But the truth is we can only see it after repentance to crimes
Who is the criminal? Knowing well we live in a whole of contradictions.
Saints could as well be the sinners and the Sinner the saints-indignation.
We live in a world where the truth is distorted and purpose misconstrued.
We can longer differentiate what and who is right, rather we are confused.
You look at the mirror but can’t recognize the manifestation you reflect.
The image cast on the mirror appears so oblique and dispersed with a defect-
A man comes to the mirror and you see a rapist, crime and abuse
A mother comes up and we see hurt, the oppressed and confuse
A Child filled with, abuse, rebellion disobedience and gangstarism.
A world filled with hate, war, crimes, bigotry and racism.
Citizens filled with dissatisfaction, pains, anguish and criticism
*The law –injustice; the Church –exploitation; the politicians’-corruption.
We look at the mirror and wonder if there could ever be a solution.
I wonder when the mirror will finally replicate the true reflection
Whose reflection is on the mirror?

Written by Seth Ogungbemi
October 2010
• ‘*’ Represents non-surface connotative depths

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