Aug 272012
In this city,
Where bricks and glass
Poke their fingers
Into the eyes of the sun,
One roams-
Dog with no kennel.
In this city,
Where bins beg,
Seeking to be emptied
Of fleshy bones, scorned,
A stomach groans-
Embracing naked ribs.
In this city,
Where men chew His name
Like tough cud
And whisper prayers,
A beggars’ sheep is slaughtered-
To serve the bloated king.
In this city,
The sons of men- I, You, Us-
Have made a climbing ladder
Of heads and shoulders
And from their sweats
Brewed wine.
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wonderful insight into the world of men and their labor and attempts to be better.
Thank you for reading @nkemjika
@xikay…you and your vivid poetry.
I could smell the depravity and corruption
the verses are thick and hide a great deal of information
nice.
Oga @Afronuts, no be small thing o.
Very vivid descriptions. Well done
Thank you @magic
In this city where hunger and dread drives men
The opulence to embrace
No worries about who gets gorged
It’s all another day of hustle
A good day in the office…
A truly compelling poem. Thanks for sharing
na so o oga @daireenonline
a poet’s poem obviously
Thank you @clemency
Very nice poem. Paradoxically, the last stanza which I had to read thrice to get, became the best of them all. Well done, brother poet.
Oga @chemokpi thank you o!
Master-craft, lovely style!
Thanks @excellency
Man’s injustice to man…what the heck, it’s survival of the fittest huh?
As@Afronuts take,depravity and corruption…pretty much sums it up. Another great piece @Xikay.
Thanks ma’am @dottaraphels. I appreciate.
@xikay This one got my heart…
I’m glad it did @innoalifa