My Kero-Sin Stove Is Making Me Mad - Poem by DEDAN ONYANGO

For how long will I cry, as I woo you to sleep?
For how long will I choke under your odour
As you dry up?

Yes the meal is on the table,
But your perfume and blood- it smells paraffin.
The budget man said that your blood
Will go up at midnight,
That is kero to us
But also a sin
For a pauper like me to hold demos in the streets.

The our big brothers won’t allow
And I go to mama mboga’s to beg
For your blood
To make a tasteless meal
For salt is now sugar
And sugar...

My kero-sin stove is making me mad!
I have to sleep on an empty tummy today
Oh As always!

Topic(s) of this poem: poverty

Comments about My Kero-Sin Stove Is Making Me Mad by DEDAN ONYANGO

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/5/2015 8:19:00 AM)

    Oh so sad that kero-sin stove is not glowing properly. Sleeping in empty tummy is sorrowful. Wonderful expression of poverty....10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2015

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