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