Ndima

Ndima watched the sunset's fiery crown,

A heart grown heavy, burdened by a frown.

He'd poured his kindness out, a ceaseless stream,

Yet all he got was an ungrateful scream.

For one he'd labored, back bent, brow in sweat,

Planted their fields, helped them pay off a debt.

He built their home, strong against the storm,

But still they whined, their faces etched in scorn.

He brought them fish, a bounty from the sea,

They scoffed and muttered, "Not enough for three!"

He offered wisdom, a guiding hand to hold,

They pushed it back, their defiance bold.

Ndima sighed, a tear traced down his cheek,

The weight of thanklessness, a burden bleak.

The sun dipped low, painting the sky with flame,

And in its glow, a truth whispered his name:

"You cannot please an ever-hungry soul,

A bottomless pit, a heart that's out of control.

Give love, give grace, but let your spirit mend,

Some will not cherish, their joy will not transcend."

With newfound resolve, he rose and faced the night,

His kindness a fire, burning ever so bright.

He'd help those worthy, with hearts that understood,

And leave the others lost in ingratitude.