My Wife Is Coming Back Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

My Wife Is Coming Back
I would like to be happy but am under attack
I will clean the whole city
This being another priority
I will dig roads to and fro
To and fro I will dig roads
Will lift stones, corns, bones, and throw thorns
And burn up horns
The students creeping cutting reeds
And painters coloring them yellow at full speeds
For this little penny in starvation
Since nothing to do but for whose appreciation
Let everything look colorful afterward
Before I suggest what is 'moving forward'
Understand they are born
You violate they disown
And here comes her day
When a few are now tired to even pray
But only know what time the selection open and close
And never recognize the right choice
Since even a color can pull us from the struggling
In this system of haggling
That the poor and the rich should be quarreling
And she will reduce this pain toward
Before I suggest what is 'moving forward'