The Uncertain World Poem by Tony Adah

It is cold and damp everywhere
A husband's innate propensity to care
Hangs everywhere in the meadows
A Dane guns weighs on his shoulder
And a raffia bag dangles beside
Squirrels and hares giggle
Not aware death is waiting
Sooner than later they rest in the bag
And kindles gathered homebound.

Everything is rough
Neither the weather nor the economy
Is smooth
It is weekend
Months after months
Wages have frozen
And the bad weather cold and damp
Has not helped in any way
To thaw and free them
Into the pockets of earners of them.

The spouse nags
And the children cry
In response to something
Absent in their tummies
The spouse's grocery is full
And amaranths and peppers and tomatoes
Are going bad
Some carrots and lettuce and cabbage
Have been eaten at home
The working capital too is
Roasted in the fire hunger has stocked
And the family is smothered in the smoke
Of hunger and penury of the day.

But the innate propensity to care
Rest unend with the man
Whose beard is heavy at his chin
And a moustache has covered his mouth
Daily he roams the meadows
With a horde of his hungry
And spittle drifting hounds
Sniffing at every burrows and under logs.

Truffles and mushrooms
Insects and leaves and roots
Are the occupants of his bag
But Bread and butter and tea
Are far away from the menu
Of every day;
Their reeks only reminiscences of yore
A man's burden of living
Self created in the quest
To live and leave a legacy
For himself in the world
Froth with uncertainties.