CHANGE SEEN

Freedom incarcerated poisoned restriction,

Treason performed treachery on betrayal,

Religion turned soul spirit too religious,

Politics permanently polluted social segments,

G.D.P inflated economic status irreversibly.

Change in circular motion like;

Yellow, faded-red, white and now new moon,

As the sun comes and goes, accordingly, little change.

Cyclists notched onto motorbike transportation,

Touts brave, unlicensed drivers and lousy pedestrians,

Grocery vending, to cloth or utensil selling,

Yesterday a hawker, now hotel owner,

Lake puddle stream, now automatic car washers.

Sanity to some measure maintained.

Down the same street I once rode, mentoman;

Scanty hair-brownish like rusty iron filings,

Unworthy vestment and repugnant smell around,

In squinted visions he tracks and traces used cigars.

Tears, arranges the tobacco on writing paper,

Or aluminium foil or newspaper, carefully.

From gutter to kerb or mini-tunnels, I recall

Seeing him arduously searching and picking,

He smiles as he rolls it, I depart before he smokes.

Back to notice, more homeless children from the west,

If home is; love, care, tenderness and education,

Why do they prefer the sporadic traumatic streets?

If cheap is as good as free, I surmise this is an Open Home.

And with this infrastructural and technological advancement,

Old shows can only look different, but old as new is strange,

Same music and unruly crowd tempos, ineffective councils,

And the writers will keep writing about, status-quo.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL