by George Shadrack Kamanda
Some have detached roofs over their heads
Some have broken bricks to cover their homes.
And Some are moving about in disarray,
Just like the life they live in,
And that, a masterpiece display of the lives they live
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From sunrise to sun down,
Children rattle their parents for food
From Morning to night,
Back and feet are tied in the forest
And yet, harvest season blinks just like a beaming headlight.
And that, A symbolic view of their everyday lives
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At nights, Filthy streets they lay
In the morning, terrible conditions they stay,
All just to make a way.
And yet, they hustle in disarray,
With signs of progress far away.
And that, the reality of their humanity.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I was born in Sierra Leone, West Africa. Currently living in the United States, I see myself as an unconventional social change poet and a global citizen. I write to inspire, empower, and educate Africans and all interested voices around the world on potent social, political and global issues. My podium will engage in bringing about insightful ideas about humanity and our personality in all our works of life, especially writings dealing with social and political issues in societies around the world, Africa importance and some thoughtful but provocative opinions as experienced on contemporary issues affecting people in Africa.
Last updated September 19, 2016