Fading Dreams

The day is dying The half-moon is faltering In its nocturnal crawl Across the gloomy sky As the sleepy village goes to bed Under the inky dark African sky Stragglers are home-bound with trepidation From another day of disillusionment Lonely drunks lost in alcoholic world Stagger home on the sandy paths Boastful about feats known only to them As the alcohol ebbed with their fading dreams In the barricaded walls of wealthy mansions Glittering outwardly and lit by obscene chandeliers Lay looters and scoundrels of our commonwealth Wide-awake scared stiff of night marauders they have created As the gulf between the leaders and the led continues to widen The day of reckoning has come for African predator overlords Like Macbeth they have murdered sleep They shall sleep no more