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We pay but when we ask you,
It’s always too little
We eat in clay and stone with bare hands
Because all we have is given.
While you eat on a silver plate and fork
Because you have collected it from us.
Our mothers dies in the hospital with labor
Because there are no doctors
While your wife deliver abroad
Where there are supernatural doctors
We die of malaria because the hospital is without medicine
Road accident everywhere as potholes,
Broken road sign are attributes of our road
Moreover, you fly over us with plane
Our grass thatched house leaks
Because we cannot afford iron sheets
While you lived in comfortable flats and estate buildings.
We cannot afford better education
While your children study abroad
We survive in “alot boo” daily, while you eat good diet
Our children carry bulge stomach because we cannot afford good diet
all because you asked us to pay
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.