Poverty

POVERTY

A black hat

A Red shoe

All once very attractive

The question is what, how and when did all this become?

I once drank honey from a golden cup

I once passed waste in a silver WC

The question is what, how and when did all this become?

I didn’t really know what it was to hunger

I never thirst for one day

The question is what, how and when did all this become?

Yams used to be much,

Rice, a few too plenty

The question is what, how and when did all this become?

I never walked two feet from home on foot

I never crept into bed without electricity?

What is it that I see now?

How is it that I used the past and not the continuous in making sentences?

When did I start this strange act?

Now I remember

It was the day the water from my river stopped flowing

It was the day honey didn’t come from my bottomless honey jar

It was the day I stopped going to the farm

It was the day I became my own goddess

It was the day money became my god

It was the day laziness became my husband

It was the day procrastination became my in-law

It was the day I invited poverty in.

It was the day he finally moved in.