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)
Copyright © Waweru Ngugi | Year Posted 2015
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