Fumes from rickety cars
Debris of scraps scattered
Stains of diesel paints the ground
An unbearable noise from a motor on the right
An unbearable noise from cars in front, back and left
While the stench from the public toilet nearby
Sells nasty archaic foods in the air
Diesel stained finger nails feel the heat
Underneath the begging old car
Which pleads for reincarnation
Can you say that is death?
That is living for me
That is a life struggling to live free
A life straining for honesty
Fingers which know there are those worse off
Fingers which appreciate themselves
And stretch to move up
In hope of tomorrow’s light
You can be better or worse off
Take a cue.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Mum Cee 