a poem by Olomolehin John, Nigeria

This house uphill and its annex
with their constitutional tenants
are notable for noises and arguments
which incessantly disturb our silence

These noises
from free fights
from crashes of flung chairs
from motions infested with bribes
cause us, downhill inhabitants, to ponder

Perhaps all is for our sake
'cause they seem too uncomfortable
at our lacks and festering sores
from unwavering whips of poverty

But thier impacts hardly reach us
as a flood hardly reaches a desert
They trade in our silence

They cheapen our wrath
and ignore the redness of our eyes
saying; it cannot conjure fire
while they swim in affluence
of bribe and overabundant allowances

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