The Bone Expecting Dogs. Poem by Tony Adah

And a thing of the old is resurrected
That which we revered to fear
The beacon light on cars
And the blaring sirens in the streets
Pungent with the putrid wastes
They told us that when democracy comes
Things will change
And really the change is here
But hugely coming from the opposite direction
A reverse to the old
Which we feared and abhorred
Only in our hearts.
Today too hunger makes mouths
Sewn with zippers on the lips
And the bone expectant dog
Need not to bark.