Every Beggar......... Poem by TANIMONURE ADEWALE

Every beggar's palm in stretch
Tells years weary with wretch
Of a name and fame of dripping destiny
Drip drop streaming silent of loud questioning
Battling our insides with cries of whys
And answers rigid; dumb in heart and eyes

Every poetic eye of their pleas
Dirge deep in smiling pains of unease
Televise view vivid in provoking punch poke
Of our groaning ingratitude in tongue placard of ‘broke'
Oh! What a whip of their world on you and me
What a lesson to learn from Richards' poetry

And as a purse discarded of its money
Their ilk is; a simile that is not funny
A life without the living
A name without the meaning
A being, essence empty within
A destiny rotten of achieving
And on, and on, and on, and on
In the book of their times read with mourn
Their dirge tale snail trail a sorry forward
Unto a ‘loudless' exit of their sore world

Every beggar is a lofty lesson
Of great gratitude to every person
Thick or not in money blessing;
Read their poem and thank God in heaven.