The Town Poem by Tony Adah

The town is hot and scorch
and stinks of drains and waste
The tall gothic buildings gaze at the sky
their paint dull with flakes
Superhighways wind above and beneath
And cars pass in dizzying speed
The trees of grounds and garden lowly stand
and their leaves wearing a powder of carbon stain
The town is hot and scorch
from the noxious fumes of the humming factories
And the town is full of ailments
Alien to the countryside for the townsfolk
Devour what the machines have already eaten
And give them chaffs and wastes
That burden the system down.
The town is hot and scorch
And humid from the teeming numbers
It pretends to hold with little or nothing
To offer the crammed youths leaving the sweet
bounds of the countryside.
The town is hot and scorch
It stinks of idle youths and booze and crimes
And promises of welfare are fake and dashed
It stinks of drains and fumes and files of automobiles
And of promises unfulfilled
Still the town officials reel out rules
That make the common people fat cows
To the town officials' fat stomachs
And year in and year out
The town is embroiled in rigged elections
And corruption and every dream
Of the townspeople broken upon their heads.