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Plight of the underprivileged
The day looks bright, his suitcase seems lightly laden
He is impeccably dressed in a three-piece suit
A befitting well-pressed white shirt and a silk tie
That is beautifully strangling his Ram`s neck
As he boards the Boeing 747- business class traveller
Destined to the greener summits of the west
A red-carpet welcome awaits him at the airport
A white chaffeur to drive him to the luxury hotel
Where in well-lit conference halls they transact business
Tomorrow, many dailies report of a humple lamp in need indeed
The listener is a gentleman, wallowing in self-importance
His smile is wide, and his nod is affirmative
Warm responses, dark secrets veiled in official courtesy
Their valued fingers cross at the opportune moment
What else does he need, son of my nation when back he comes?
Wilderness, the whole savannah country- tracks of it!
And a city`s resthouse with a couch with strong springs
He cannot spearhead the campaign to shape my welfare.
A full stomach is indifferent to the plight of the underprivileged.
And by the rubble of my hut all dreams come apart
All my expectations scuttled in the mire of plunder.
Aptly told. A ballad of reality
from the heart. The sad predicament
of our inhumane situation...
May we indeed learn to be humane
enough to be called human...
Heaven, please, help us overcome
this darkness of the human heart!
Ugonna