Gedion Onyango


Second Class Citizen - Poem by Gedion Onyango

The other day the medicine sublimed from a public hospital
The other day we saw over the television the statesman
Promising to stop insanity in the medical sector
And stop the deaths over the floors of hospital corridors and rusted squawky beds
The other day as hospital corridors smelled of fresh and dirty wounds
We saw the statesman throwing away the daughter to bring forth his grandson in Europe
The other day the statesman purchased guns with bigger nozzles
And I saw a helpless student in the streets die from wounds injected by scary protectors of statesman
The other day I saw our doctors on the streets
But were bathed by the itchy saliva from the mother nozzle that reminded them of their helplessness
The other day, I saw the statesman in military attire, and gun condolencing victims of landslides
Maybe warning them of dire consequences if their souls present formal appeals
Against his powers to heavens
The deaths and souls are just but for second class citizens.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The poem focuses on some activities and irresponsibility of repressive regimes in sub-Sahara Africa

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 19, 2014



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