Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;aopicho@yahoo.com)

I wonder what makes up the landlord’s heart
For it is merciless, capricious and poisonous in fibre
It manufactures terror like a Chinese toy factory
For only to be administered where none is needed,

Most selfish and mightily crafty in primal setup
It is the heart of the landlord all over world
It derives pleasure from agony of the tenants
It is maximally sadistic to no match of creation,

It derives joy from harms like rent hike
And terrible evils as lien on beggar’s property
Where misfortune of tenant brews such all
The wine of the land is the blood of the poor

Cursed be the womb which sired the landlord
And yes be it the milieu that nurtured him
For they gave the world a gnome of  generations
Feeding on human sweat like vampire of vampires.