Looking For What Is New
In the new year
Nothing new, I see
Other than the calendar
And date, just another
January but: 2014
Every other thing
Appear the same
The menu and the meals
The same T-Bone steak
Well cooked and done
Not half done
With blood flowing
In the dish
The cream soup
Has changed not
Except a new chef, Italian
Am still searching
For something new
To the new year
Link
A hard ball
May be, it is the same
World of inequality
Impersonal, as machines
Dispense cash and utter
Thanks and no one to shake
Hands with and slap your back
In affection.
A culture of robots
Will surely humanity
Diminish.
Levi Oguike.01/01/14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem