ho wouldn’t feel the pinch
when the nation’s economy
experiences a terrible downturn for long,
citizen’s purchasing power remains in short supply,
and personalities with somber face
mosey along desert lane of dire straight
lamenting that their policy makers
are unable to navigate the sovereign state
out of economic marshes and bogs?
We have been confined to wallow in abject poverty
in the backyard of economic purgatory
and cannot even hold onto straws.
Many, their flesh no longer protect their bones;
as expectations seem to dwindle
and faith rejects hope as its boon companion.
The victims sometimes succumb to the lure of sleep
without realizing it is in the midst of real life,
and, instead of putting on their thinking cap, they dream.
Still, we hold unto our ordeals with stoic equanimity
with the promise of rosy economic returns
that await us hereafter as if heaven is an insurance company
which compensates for economic penury, mental anguish
and family dislocation that have trailed our citizens
in the midst of plenty.
Sad to state that only a few citizens know what to do
when the harmattan of life turns severe
or when many feel disheartened or dismayed;
or when fate remains unkind and watches
as palls of dark cloud hover overheads
and stormy whether try to triumph.
Do not events speak louder than rancor?
Are these deprived citizens
not the most of the nation’s constitutive elements?
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ho wouldn’t feel the pinch
