In The Market Place Poem by uchenna nnodum

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.