Tale Of Poverty Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

I have tasted,
and drank from its cup
nothing as such so bitter.
i was once the cold body,
Wrapped myself In White clothing
but the grave rejected my corpse
i have once pretended my head dead,
Liveless.....Lying straight in state.
Along the Public streetway,
where every feet walks bye
but every one avoid the road
and cross over to the other lane.
i have felt a kind of hunger
that death could not beg from me
my stomach had once cursed me,
....and i heard it loud and clear.
Days of a year were hellbound
I pray they ceased to come-by.
i am a shame to street-beggers,
when i pass them by, dropping no coin
they shakes their head and hide back their tears
i am their reason they thank their gods
little children make me their friend
all for the scrumbles i'd take from them.
i'd doubt my dreams to be true,
because i think they come from my much thinking
of course, i must be sick of malaria.