We In Poverty Poem by Emurhobo Brughoro

A dreadful illness
A circulated disease in the land of instability
It proclaims mixed illusion

It drives madness in humanity
Taunting on the chioces we cease to make
As it drifts souls around us

We in poverty
As elites preaches of their wealth as they back deaf
In cloth: are breasts sag women flirting with flies
That linked to their child as a result of their deed

We are found in these rich resources
But sown in this dreadful illment
Justice! As we reach to illuminate
The pains behind this dead illness.