The Beautiful Ones Are Coming Poem by Tony Adah

The sky is blue and a thick lonely cloud
Covers the sun
From the blue still waters
A slow reed boat is surfing shoreward.
There's stillness about the trip
And melancholy in the faces of fishermen
In the vast sea of rich fauna and flora
There's no catch;
But nets firm and working
And hooks with baits salivating enough
Still the story is that of woe.
Yes some of it a show
There's fish in the water
And in the raffia bags of those on the oars
They caught them
They hid them
They feign sadness
Which is the trade of my country men
Never despair we
The beautiful ones are coming
I don't mean the ones with fake brooms
Sweeping dirt that doesn't go away;
Today is still a field day for the thieves
Tomorrow is the day for the owner.