ANBAKAYEAR
poem by:
Kenvil Atkins
Written
on Oct 29, 2014
ANBAKAYEAR Tall palm trees shooting up to reach the skies so tall that its fruit wasted away falling down from its heavenly perch in time to start a new, I walk up the roads to reach my goal a sack full of provisions I was told, to harvest from a rich soil that would not yield so what was I to do, several mouth and empty stomach could not understand my trial A dig here and a dig there year after year, month after month, day after day I scrape the surface a dig here and a dig there never planting always reaping. How long can you go on supporting my destructive ways to rip where I sowed not but always wanting for the burdens of providing rested upon my shoulder? I know of a parent who thought it funny to say aloud anbakayer you must go, this minute you must leave, bring to me a sack full no complaints from you walk up my boy mama little man, anbakayer I would go to rip and plunder for what I did not sow I rip Too young to know better too old not to, I walk the roads of Mahout begging for a ride begging for a meal but always returning with a sack full of this or that to satisfied the hunger in many people that would not move here or there Like the palm tree I became free and in my desire ask to forgive my captors from the burdens impose on me of ripping what I did not sow in a rich soil that would not yield Copyright ©2006 Kenvil Atkins
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Christopher Russon commented:
Awsome.well written
Kenvil Atkins
commented on Aug 05, 2020 at 4:46pm
Thanks
Roxanne Dubarry
commented on Jan 12, 2026 at 6:23pm
You are more than just an ordinary poet on Pondrin, you are also a master poetic story teller just in case you didn't even know it! I know what it's like to be hungry, and to be afraid and to be poor. Talking about destructive ways? For a vast portion of my life, I was tormented by the evil forces of darkness, that kept on haunting me and wanted me to kill myself. Satan told me I was a chicken and my life was not really worth living.
No, I obviously did not kill myself, but I did spend brief periods in psych wards in the 1990's: 1993, 1994, 1996 and 1998. Only the Lord God Jesus Christ restored to me my sanity. Yes, you can forgive your captures just as He is helping me forgive my human tormentors!
