Neighbor
A neighbor I have
a cruel tiger of life he is
every skirt is an ice-cream
a trouser he sees is a toad
models of car creep to his homestead
hooting, “I am here, buy me, buy me”
in the bank all types of currency
scream for space in his pocket
yet next door, in the streets
flies scramble over the faces
of humans sub-human in life
garbage bins suffer pains
of the finger prints of the unfortunate
who would have been aborted not born!
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017
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