Invisible Angels
INVISIBLE ANGELS
They were just fingers on the ground searching
Scavenging for little scraps, a myriad of foodstuffs that has lost its taste
Some very expensive leftovers that just turned into waste
Their backs sickle-shaped, living on their knees begging
Their faces-their faces can’t be seen, because they are covered in sin
Glue bottles glued on their noses
Pants hanging from their would have been waists
Torn bottoms exposing a pair of soot covered scratched goose bumped bony buttocks
Their faces still couldn’t be seen because they were covered in sin
Once in a while, a stranger or two stops by for charity
A couple plates of food and drinks, with their cameras penned up
Announcing to the whole wide world their selfish attempt at altruism
For those very few minutes when they act like they mean it
I can see their faces
Crooked smiles of yellow teeth, beaming hollow eyes and outstretched hands
Reaching for a little taste of a paradise they couldn’t have
For that split second, everything is right with the world
But as the strangers tail lights disappear, so does their faces
They go back to their savage ‘livity’ of eating scraps and throwing feces
Politicians don’t manifesto them, they don’t vote
To keep the city clean, they are not allowed into the CBD
Bad publicity it seems
They walk in the shadows, the cant be seen because they are covered in sin
Sins of their fathers,
Sins of theirs leaders
Sins of the government and of the country
All these burden weighs them down, on their knees every day, fingers scratching, scavenging…..
They cant be seen, because they are covered in your sins
Copyright © Samuel Sikanga | Year Posted 2022
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