In Business There Is No Pity Poem by OTONYE DANIEL

In Business There Is No Pity



Tears danced on the theatres of her cheeks,
As she explained what had happened,
Sorrow on the breath of her dress reeks.
Fear and sadness her freinds are,
For is very saddened.
On her clothe every here and there,
You'll find a hole, a tear..
Yes, she is heavy laddened


'My son my son is dying! '
She said while she was cryhing,
'A leg of his is ripped-off
From the accident we had,
His blood is draining-off!
My God.. Help me! .. The situation is very bad'


'When the trailer hit us,
Our beetle shrieked in fear,
Pieces of tangled-mangled metal
pierced through him with raging force,
My hrt skipped in fear
And i'm lucky to remain normal..
But.. I must save my Son'


Crying to flooded rage,
Her wails flavour the crispy air,
Her companions pain and age..
Danced on her face that once was fair.


The pot-bellied businessman,
His wanton eye glimmering white,
With fingers druming a beer-can,
He shows his teeth smiling bright.
Sinister teeth for a well-dressed-man,
Mocking her melancholy mood wit eerie-spite..


'My son.. My son is half dead!
Please lend me some 'mount of money,
He's dying on a hospital bed,
The doctors won't help me,
And i really need to hurry'..


'Just help me'.. She said,
'And i shall repay thee..
I have no collateral,
But with the loan i shall not flee'


With grim eyes he looked down,
Exposing his bald crown,
His grin is widened,
The lines on his aged face smile,
His eyes are brightened..
He neva showed pity even for a while.


'It's business', he said,
As he raises his head..
'And there is no pity',
He said with a smile.


'In business there is no pity',
A slogan created by her..
She knows the slogan already,
She'd rung that bell many a time..
For she once owned this office,
Now, against her, her own bells chime.


Silent tears hurried down her cheeks like melting ice,
She knew he wouldn't help her, but 'twas worth a try..
Downcasted she scurried out the office.. Her try a farce..
Now.. Aye.. Now she's sure her son would die..


Just as the son of the pot-bellied man died..
When to her, he came for aid

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ebi Robert 28 June 2012

Hmm! The poem goes down fine. I love this work!

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OTONYE DANIEL

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Port Harcourt, River State
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