Best Urbanpeople Poems
Time’s dark veil floats slowly to Earth
As people of twilight wait for rebirth
A species is stirring, about to take charge
The men of the gloom, dark workers at large
Moonlit toil revealed by the morn
Papers now printed, babies now born
Cities scrubbed clean by fastidious hordes
Nocturnal writers put thoughts into words
Samaritans listen to sad people crying
The carers attend to the sick and the dying
Harvesters counting their catch from the sea
A jailer considers a recidivist’s plea
Men of letters with addresses unknown
Those of the air, many miles have been flown
A glow in the sky tells of morning’s first light
It’s the end of the day for the creatures of night
Taking life on a slow mo
Its a no go
To see how wanderful
You go old
Not so wanderful
when you see the cape
Trying to make your escape
But its all fake
People think too loud
World's such a crowd
They ignore my shouts
I see more rain in the dark clouds
I saw babies crying
Falling
Making death on the street
Cant tell when you bleed?
I think people talk to loud
Gatta say what they want
What they see
Why dont you let my life be?
I dont really care
What people say
Just care where
My life's going today
Its a Rap
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