Down Here Poem by Sentamu Aziz

DOWN HERE

Down here we live
In the paradise unknown
Exploited for greed
Is this lonely valley
For the cries it has
Of the world with no care
That has turned it into a sewer
This home for the poor
Bed of the sick
Fresher than any
Known out there


Down this virgin land
Fertile like none
For all it contains
And all it can produce
My lovely uncared for home
Whose children lack
Knowledge of its worth
Save for the few
Who cry all night
For the death voyage
It seems to be taking
Never to return.