The Atrocities Of Life Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

The streets are talking
Life is full of atrocities
The educated are roaming the streets
While the uneducated are fully at rest
Inside their makeshift burrows
Whether it's a stall or a cattle-post
Chronically neglected
The uneducated are not bothered
By the piercing pain of unemployment and poverty
They have accepted that only time will tell

Children are born equal in the eyes of God
But inequality is poured on them
Immediately they are born
Those born under the squalor of poverty
Are immediately gowned with doom
And those born under the pot of materialism
Are adorned with gold and diamonds

The fit and healthy with bodies full of toned muscles
Are parading fashion shows and catwalks
While those with plump bodies are occupying the seat of power
Politicians don't go to the gym
Because their playground is the mind of the people

Celebrities are raking in millions of dollars in earnings
For their appearance inside the vogue magazines of these world
While professors are toiling inside stacks of paper and fumes of scientific wizardry
Publishing their own madness for a meagre salary
Poets are preaching Love inside the trenches of their insanity
While prosperity gospel pastors are raking in money inside the churches of today
And fake prophets are peddling lies outside the Word of God
Having forsaken the truth

It is these atrocities of life that give me the power to write
Because these anomalies are the cause of strife
My pen cannot partake in these atrocities
Because it is a hospital for those who have dreams
Humanity will never find rest until he wakes up
From the nightmare of life's atrocities

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