The Suffering Continues

Somehow there is a curse
Hanging in the clouds
For more than fifty years
The pyramid has continued to narrow
At the peak and broaden in the base.

The kings and the queens
Princes and princesses
Are balanced on the luxury of the state
And the servants and the slaves
Dregs of society
Are bent on the land
Sweating and languishing
In the sun for productivity
That eschews them at last.

And we thought all these were gone
Hopefully coming out of the tunnel
But there is a sudden jolt unleashed
Up and down people are moving about
Fighting with plastics cans
At gas stations and water point
As the sun sets to set
I believe that in this twilight
The social contract obsequies
Are in the clouds.

by Tony Adah

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