Sots Of Sorts Poem by Chukuemeka Akpe

Vagrants
filing out of night shelters
converge at sheds all over town
to imbibe morning elixirs,
night tales exchanged with raucous laughter.
Now inured to shame,
amble along to collect day’s takings.


Workers
trooping out of offices
meet at alfrescos scattered all over the city
to soak in the night air
and guzzle chilled frothy drinks with kebabs.
Now inebriated and emboldened,
stagger home to vent their frustration.


Executives and Politicians
are at home in smoke filled, air conditioned rooms.
The aroma of rich cognacs heavy and potent.
No barflies this ilk!
They sip into the wee hours
swapping expensive banters
concocting intrigues.
Now satiated,
chauffeured away to sleep it off.









Chukuemeka Akpe
March 2003©