Beggars' Voice

BEGGARS' VOICE We are here! Under the muggy weather With my fellow 'Battu bearer' Roaming from street to street, place to place, and City to City For our daily bread. We are here again! 'We', indispensable members of this naytion With our broken calabash, Fallen stick, And creamy rags On our dangling neck. At night, when the shining sun retired And returned to his bed We returned to our open mansion With our fragile mat Lying under the regime of cooling breeze to injects us And for our little landlords to sucks from the little streams on our fragmented body. We are here! Under the sicken policy of our able saviour that enrich their swollen stomach irrespective of the country-men with there oppressive jeeps and shiny silent action automobile Under the ultra lavish mansions. By Ajeyemi Wasiu .A