E. David John is an exceptional writer. With a sense of depth in simple words, he conveys deep feelings into lines and spaces and meanings.
Malala, Hey Malala
Malala, Hey Malala,
I should quickly hate you Malala.
Please don't take this personal Malala,
That's how my kind your kind perceive, Malala.
Earth's grand ignorance awake and spreading wild, Malala.
Hey Malala, dear Malala,
I should quickly say this, Malala.
When your kind put holes through your head Malala,
You became my favorite cat, dear Malala.
I watch you grow strong and stronger, Malala
Often wish I could kiss you, dear beautiful Malala.
Dear Malala, My Malala
How many of us are there in the world, Malala?
How many of us didn't survive the bullets, Malala?
How many of us don't have your voice, Malala?
So much, we are a hybrid of these ignorant kinds, Malala.
My Malala, My heart
They are not listening to the wisdom we offer them, Malala
I told them everyone in this sphere should have a choice, Malala.
Keep your beliefs, only convince me with sweet romance to see gold in it, Malala
If they can hear our thoughts, life will all be a dear choice, then I could finally get to kiss you, my dearest Malala.
David John Ekanem (author) from Port Harcourt, Nigeria. on December 25, 2018:
Oh thanks janshares. I wish everyone could accept love, tolerance and forgiveness. The world would be a better place for us all.
Janis Leslie Evans from Washington, DC on December 24, 2018:
Your poem has a lot of feeling and melody. I wish for more peace in the world as well.