The Morning After
Sitting by the window at the Njogu-ini Hotel
I see my new people stream by
I can see them but they can’t see me
The window is a one way mirror
So, this is how they look like
Ordinary, though filled with immense purpose
From this side of the window I can still feel their energy
They are a people focused, a people determined
That is what it on the offset seems
But I know if most of them could be stripped within
Much of what is common where I come from will be seen
They do have their fears
They too are enslaved by the system
They too do have their heartaches
They too have their poverty
The city may be defined by tall buildings
And the streets lined with beautiful cars
But I believe astutely inside
They who mostly pass on foot outside
Are victimised by the sites
Cars they can’t afford to buy
Houses they can’t afford to rent
The tall buildings are traps for their hard earned cash
The supermarkets are large and their windows are lit bright
Their purpose to lure and aptly tap
The hard earned cash of my new cosmopolitan family
I pity them
Yet I adore their energy
Copyright © Wiseton Prins | Year Posted 2011
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