Short Satireold Poems

Old Coal Mourner

day after day
he came here
his mournful tale to tell
upon an old torn suit

he was in the world
unlucky was the lot
so said he
old coal mourner

digging out
was his revered job
upon the treasury land
from dawn to dusk

digging for nice one
the revered old lord
so said father
upon enugu coal city

now that the tunnels
are deeper than abyss
o, from the death-traps!
thither he had fled