Vagrancy Poem by Auaduma Adookorn

driven nocturnal mammals from their lair
with indelible bruises of political whip, dawn
through twilight we are engaged in rat race

bored of bat-hanging, under insane bridges,
balconies of idle flyovers, we erect
our fern hut in the ghetto, at the outskirt

of outback hamlet away from ill-gotten
sky scraper that stare into the dreamy
sky of roaming life denied hutch

we roof our hut with ribbon of fern
grass and thatches affable to feral fire
of bandit and terrorist

there, we serve the gods, morn deserted
lives on stinky streets, bathe rain, bask
ontinual sun of lethal whip

sequential vagrancy wear us the mask
of lost identity, stray mooch on destitute
street we nest, bats at the gallery of cement

paper kraal; with lost sense of privacy--
our anticipated corpses sneer at the heavy
shade of night, scowl at the angry sun

with the hope that our spilled blood will douse
the political fire behind tortoise tales--
HOUSES FOR ALL!