A Scarecrow
"Efforts and courage are not enough without purpose and direction." ~ John F. Kennedy
I was fashioned out of torn clothes,
and those left over dead
branches.
Torn clothes and dead
branches decided
to invent me that could yield
benevolence.
Though physically looks
like human
There is nothing inside me,
My owner wanted me to
fulfill his wishes,
Wishes of unknown and
unfamiliar to me,
So he placed me in the middle of his
field
With the thoughts of
certainty in him.
Now I am here in this
unknown place,
Filled with complete
loneliness-isolation,
Fully surrounded by those
turquoise plants
Loaded with several maize fruits.
I am neither not death nor not alive,
And I am either death or
alive,
I am death for I cannot breath
And I am alive for I guard
the crops,
I don’t know why they are
afraid of me?
For I am not fully
alive
and I know why they are afraid of me?
For I am not fully
death.
I don’t care what the
worlds think of me?
Not death? Not alive?
Death? Alive?
But I promise to serve my
responsibility
with my full missing heart in me.
Hope God will give me the power
the power of complete
benevolence
to make his wishes, his mind, to serve his
family.
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