David Rubadiri

(19 July 1930 / Liuli / Malawi)

Begging Aid - Poem by David Rubadiri

Whilst our children
Become smaller than guns,
Elders become big
Circus Lions
Away from home.

Whilst the manes age
In the Zoos
That now our homelands
Have become,
Markets of leftovers,
Guns are taller
Than our children.

In the beggarhood
Of a Circus
That now is home,
The whip of the Ringmaster
Cracks with a snap
That eats through
The backs of our being.

Hands stretching
In a prayer
Of submission
In a beggarhood
Of Elders delicately
Performing the tightrope
To amuse the Gate
For Tips
That will bring home
Toys of death.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 14, 2012


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