The Bottle Poem by Kay Aguko

Kidney like burnt offering
Lungs racing to gasp aiir
Heart pacing to pump
Like a broken water pump
Face turning to vitiligo
Mouthed caked with layers of cracked skin
Stomach swollen, hands excreting pimple like sweat
Leg, hands thin, swollen legs

Our folks turned slave
Yearning to embrace every hour of the clock
Your 'sweetness' their motivation
Your aroma calls,
Echoing, shouting, screaming, deafening
Heeding they must
Throats seek irrigation
Clarion call answered

Mothers pleading, crying
Calling your victims home
Sisters calling, screaming
Fathers thundering
Listen the do not
You are so enticing
Clergy going into war rooms
Your servant hears not.

Deliver your victims
We beseech
Kay Aguko