Here. This part of these spinning solar. life is a mockery. first its the world of lack. No jobs, no money,bad education,no electricity,no good roads,no welfare,no security, no . . . the no is endless. Our cities are slums, our surburbia is a joke. Problems, problems, problems, the ones you can solve, the ones that refused to be solved and the ones hurtling towards you. Poverty reigns here unchallenged rough,uglyand merciless.
Yet amidst these ugliness, billions of money are shared and spent by some of us who by violence and political whoring hijacked the asundry's purse for their own use.they glide by on our potholed roads, mansions sprout at our slums. Their bejeweled wives roam foreign lands for latest fashion, visit surgeons and his knife for body and facial recreation and come back to walk our dirt ridden, mud splattered roads with unsealed gutters laden with vilest multicolored erosion that stinks to high heavens. How bold they are with resentful eyes watching them. The sheer audacity sometimes confounds me.

There are no more heroes in my fathers compound
The ones we had are betrayed
When the things they died for are scorned for an oiled morsel
The willing heroes amongst us are been pulled by the ears by their mothers
Reminding them of the fates of the ones gone before them
Now that the bold ones willing to make sacrifices are gone
my fathers walls are crumbling
Strangers with cruel intentions are straggling in
Filthy rodents are scampering and stealing about
Serpents slithers, hiss and strike at our crannies
Mockers no longer task their imagination wondering where to wag their tongues
The many acts of the unbold who leads us are catching up on us
And the stares ! the stares amongst them ?!
The accusing stares pregnant with stories untold does bothers me
The silence is loud. Loud of words unspoken
That hung around us like vampire bats hibernating in cave very still, real and ugly

this days we've got strangers amongst us . living within us . hustlers, brawlers and political whores who 'd settle for anything goes. life is cheap. that is cheap , death is feared, death's even revered. i'd be glad of another life .