Slumlord Poem by Richard Inya

Slumlord



His words are plagues
That lance smooth habitation
Bringing a scourge upon tenancy

Broken panes and gully floors
Leaking roofs and slithery spaces
Have nothing with his interest

Someone has just been evicted
Who said the murky sanitary lane
Was a death zone for the noses

None will ever speak again
Wavering housing policies
Are the angels of insolvency

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