Left Behind (Third Worlds) Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Left Behind (Third Worlds)



In pursuit of gold
And platinum and wealth
The seat of humanity was dismantled
And a big hole was left behind
It is not an empty hole
It is full of people
The poor, the sick and the vulnerable
Women and children
The mentally impaired and the disabled
A whole lot of countries and nations
Third worlds occupy this forgotten space
It is a massive hole
Capable of swallowing a continent even a planet
It is the vandalized house of humanity
Left behind in tatters
It has neither structure nor orientation
It is wallowing in a whirlpool of confusion
It was fed democracy as a remedy
It spewed out big chunks of democracy
And left a few pieces of mangled remains of the Roman-Dutch law
It is through this outdated manuscript that the big hole is managed
It does not allow any form of reforms, re-inventions or revolutions
It is frozen on the surface of time

Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life,poverty,third world,vulnerability
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Kenneth Maswabi

Kenneth Maswabi

Maun, Botswana
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