What Hope Poem by Kingsley Egbukole
What Hope
Ah! Ripe oranges
Throat thirst for a suck
But futility long and stared
Hands short to reach
Beautiful race braces the tape
Alas! No medal for merit
Energy entropy
Where effort is unhonoured
A world of needs
Marred in shortages
Sometimes better
A penny for bull's work
A banana for the monkeys
To give them feigned care
While all to naught amount
Patience lingers
Downtrodden in silent suffer
Only hope sustains
Endure the poor wait
A better tomorrow
For living dead few
(Tuesday 7th January,1997)
Society! ! ! Still hoping for the best. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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4/27/2024 2:51:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem with clean mirror like clarity. Written about 12 years back as on date, I hope the same situations do not prevail there. Honest words on injustice meted out to merit. Good work 10/10
Dear Kesav, thanks for your comment. The truth be told, the situation is even worse now.