The Liquor Bottle

The Liquor Bottle Conical at the top beautiful sides offers it support Like a forest of oak trees in a bar, beautiful patterns they create The shining reflective glass reveals the attracting liquid content Salivating onlookers surround the container, ready to pounce on it Like hungry man eaters, the opening pop sound they eagerly wait That beautiful liquor bottle slowly turns you into a sluggard Sweet, smoothing and addictive taste it has, others may say Your heart, liver, brain and whole body, useless it will make Inviting cancer, creating hangovers and bad moods, that’s the part it will play Heavy clinic bills and short lifespan, that’s the price you will pay, But finally in a six by four and seven feet underground you will lay That beautiful liquor bottle slowly turns you into a sluggard In the young and able men of the society we can’t rely In dirty waters, by roadside and in dangerous dens they lie Family fights and broken marriages have become the main cry Then your friend death knocks at your door very early It’s under that green large tree, your remains we will burry That beautiful liquor bottle slowly turns you into a sluggard Future doctors, sportsmen and leaders, in alcohol they dance Fathers, mothers and whole society, let’s stop this menace By doing so, development, ability and intelligence we will enhance Institutions will grow and have a society that runs We dream of the best society, but do we see it at glance? That beautiful liquor bottle slowly turns you into a sluggard ( By Ngugi Waweru)