Green Pacifier$$$

[Mqondisi]

Pacify the cries of this African gem,
Full of moral opulence, unbeknownst to him,
And blinded from the brightness of his intellect, 
But fast-approaching his long- sought relief.
Green pacifier, pacify his whines.
Oh pacifier, where art though? 
Black and blue, his spirit endures,
But hit and miss, his goals remiss.
Stinging flesh his mother wears wearily,
Aboard her, he treks into a deep haze,
The effortless harmony of rhythmic chirps and bellows
Being the lullaby to his turbulent slumber.

Green pacifier, the depths of you unattainable, 
But the caveat of elders past unredeemable.
His relevance in his story never outweighs your own,
And his wisdom is yet to be awakened,
In the darkness of his immature oblivion.
How cruel your game is, 
But how necessary it is.
A climb without downfall is a failure in and of itself.

The leaves fascinate his fledgeling mind,
Hallucination of money they serve to him,
But yet to be scaled is the tree of life,
And the pain of his untimely fall,
Yet to be realised.

The blacker his skin , the greater his hunger.
The greater his hunger, the more sonorous his cries,
Cries to which the green pacifier responds,
Leading him into a dark abyss,
Void of any redeeming qualities,
Abound with melancholy in wealth's clothing.

Fantasizing the harvest of his toil,
He awakens to a ruined figure,
Blacker than his sun-kissed mother's hide,
Torched by the relentless fire of burgeoning greed,
Rather than the blistering heat of the African sun.
The symphony of reflectant wails and sighs,
Evolves into the telling echo of his swan song.

Morally impoverished for eternity, 
Monetarily rich for 15 minutes.

Green pacifier, revel in your accomplishment.
Another victory in your midst, 
Another soul added to the tally,
Another casualty of imperfect human nature.
How wondrous is your power.

African hydrangea defiled irreversibly, 
Devoured by the ethos of the bewildered masses.
Ready for disposal,
At the hands of a fabled horned adversary,
Beside himself with glee.

Green pacifier, your destiny fulfilled. 
A crying nuisance silenced for good.
His mother's premonition, 
Come true in ruthless fashion.