SLUMMY LIFESTYLE?
Like a scarecrow we have lived.
A faceless and structureless lifestyle we have created
We are only like a broom,
Whose grip remains forever glued.
Alas! We only existed,
For the only reason of existence;
Carved in the niche of squalor,
Even by the very essence of our ways!
I will speak:
We are dirty and we like it;
Don't contend.
We are hungry and we appreciate it;
Don't give us bread.
We live a life of illness and sickess;
Don't give us hospitals.
For these have become us;
We delight in it and dance to the giggling drums of konga.
I introduce us to you: the Slum
A place of loneliness and perpetual dejection;
A place of disillusioned souls;
A place of derogation and woes.
Where we are not sensitive to the beauty of orderliness
And see rascality and holiganism as a basis for being a hard-man.
I introduce you to slumy lifestyles
Where man inhumanity to man is a parody in reality;
Where lost souls come to rest as synonymous to hades;
Where 'broken-china' description is the very embodiment of our soul.
I say therefore:
All these are our own creation
Muzzling the economy to bring special attention to the corrupt,
And making accommodation as high as the elite.
Pls this is our joy and we are not complaining
Except there are members of the fifth column ready to protest!
NB
Pls the poem here is entirely from the poet's imagination. It's not associated with anybody.
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