Sierra Ink poem Title. Dear Mama Salone by. Sahid Alhaji Kanu Poem by Sahid Alhaji Kanu

Dear mama salone
End of year is here
Seems an eon here
Much's passed under

Toddlers are miners
Boys are breadwinners
Men became beggars
Women became whiners

Youngsters waylay elders
Take what's not theirs
Kill for no reason
With guns, knives and clubs

They're now jabba kings
Chewing all day long
They're ganja masters
Puffing their brains away

The rains are no more
Fields are dustier
Tables are bare
Bellies are emptier

No one seems to care
Everyone is poorer
The rich want more
The poor turn to prayer

Churches are fuller
Priests richer, sharper
Vending even prayer
Sprinkling holy water

Leaders greedier
Stealing baby's pottage
Driving big black cars
Turning a deaf ear

But there's hope
This year is ripe
Next year is just up
We'll rise from sleep

Your people suffer
But smile still more
Deep inside they know
Tomorrow's being better
Be with them, mama salone.

@Dcbabachemist dah poet