uchenna nnodum

In The Market Place

I hear the honk of a horn
Amid the echo of voices.
A new day had been born
And for people to make their choices.

I see a young child carrying something on his head
But to my dismay he looked under fed
Like that of a pregnant woman he had a conspicuous belly
I thought what was on his head was a bit heavy

Again i hear the clang of a bell
As i make my way through
Jostling one another like in hell
But cannot believe it is true

i see so many indifferent faces
May be because of the scourging sun
And chatting before are ladies
Pretending nothing is going on

For what i see
Has been for ages long
And will always be
As long as there is the day long.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 20, 2009
Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 4, 2009

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Comments about In The Market Place by uchenna nnodum

  • Atara Feildsofrainbows (10/5/2009 9:43:00 AM)

    Some of the tenses could be fixed and this could be a little smoother, but over all this is quite a moving work.

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  • Rovert Nworb (7/20/2009 8:02:00 PM)

    I can see it in my head, well done

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