Oct 2018
Beggars they are, huddled by the guardrail,
As headlamps make out their shriveled forms,
They have never known love, less brail,
Their fate is one of many norms;
Day and night they are led by children,
Life's gifts wallowing in misery and abandonment,
Left to uncertain fate, will never know a pen,
These ones daily embrace scorn and raging disappointment;
So the six blind women,
All from the north,
Summarise our homegrown problem,
Everything we are, everything we are not.
As headlamps make out their shriveled forms,
They have never known love, less brail,
Their fate is one of many norms;
Day and night they are led by children,
Life's gifts wallowing in misery and abandonment,
Left to uncertain fate, will never know a pen,
These ones daily embrace scorn and raging disappointment;
So the six blind women,
All from the north,
Summarise our homegrown problem,
Everything we are, everything we are not.
The problem of beggars from the north of Nigeria swarming every capital city of that country has lingered like an unrelenting cancer refusing every known cure and their government really do not care about them or pretend they do not exist. Shame.
