We Ate Beans. Poem by Tony Adah

The hustling bustling of
Our neighborhood waned
A file of busy automobiles remained
Static and dust ladden.
Some tyres deflated from disuse
Their engines revved not
And they kept silent wondering
What the world had come to be.

Something went wrong
And liquid gold was missing from the tanks
The economy slowed down
Months lengthen their days and
Pay cheques lackadaisically walked in
And we ate only beans
Morning, afternoon and evening!
If we stumbled and hurt our toe
The blood that oozes will be beans
We thank God
We had beans to eat.