Cruel Modernity Poem by Sekyewa Godfrey

Cruel Modernity

Dear country man,
Teach me the secret to the new life.
Where men of metallic genitals make love
In trenches with women that scream in delight.
Whose thighs stray defiantly
Out of their maiden skirts.
With men of wooing parabolic tongues
Chiseled as a serpent's.

Where women's skins are a rainbow of colours;
Pink lips, green hair, brown legs
Chocolate face, purple shoulders and black armpits.
Painted lips red as human flesh.
Fancy blouses which expose bony backs.

Teach me your knowledge
Where women's buttocks incite violence
With utmost desire to impatiently free
From the slavery of tight trousers.
Where women have no secretes hidden
In their loose skirts.

Where virginity is an insult.
An abomination and abhorred ritual.
Teach me countryman
The wisdom of the urban elite
Who trade their bodies like gold?
And barter their thighs for chips and chicken!
(Sekyewa Godfrey)