inky town

"INKY TOWN"
There is an inky town
That I believe we've got
Where mediocrity is worshipped as a god
With more worshippers than God
There, money is in nay hands but few
Aye! The "important men" in the church's front pew.

The inky sun snakes lazily to the west
As dejected workers come home
Empty-handed to seek rest
With nothing! I tell you in their hold.
Little have they and their family to feed.
They stare ravenously at dark empty brass pots,lifeless things
Their kids die beneath the cold hearths.
They lick their arid lips in anguish.
They stare with teary eyes at meeting the death- god.
Kae! The prospect catches not their fancy!
They protest to men with logged ears,
A vain deed!
"Did you see their faces this morning?"
The pot-bellied man laughing says to me.

By:owusu f michael