A Stowaway. Poem by Tony Adah

I came here
Thinking that this place is good
The other side was glowing or dark
I do not know for my eyes were glued.

I came here
Thinking that this place is better
The reason why I stow away
On my mother's ship for nine months
Upon arriving here
I saw men that greeted me
Good morning but my watch
Said it was afternoon.

I came here
Thinking that Mannas will pour
Least thinking I should fend for myself
I came here
To find out that this place
Is both heaven and hell
For the lush of the affluent
And the penury of the poor.