macaulay akinbami - Ode to the poor..

We cannot cry
Our voice is hoarse and croaky
Our eyes a spring of tears
We watch with pain
But we cannot cry.

Our labours of pains
They tax and vat
We live in the dark
They in shinning nights

We mourn our corps
They marry in charms
Terrible our terrors
Their guards scare us with death

Their tiles are smoothened daily
It is just the one they know
Ours want their decisions in routines.
Of strikes and hikes,
They are never sorry
Even in our 9/11
Their sympathy is rude

“Am I supposed to be here? ”
when they say “vote! ”
to them it does not matter.
Their riggers are in place.

We see them daily wooing us
We see them always fooling us
We are used to it

We cannot cry.

macaulay akinbami

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the-poor-2/