Our Concubines Poem by Asaolu Abayomi

Our Concubines



what we dreamt of
our home booming
surplus we learned of
our land fully glooming
comfort our hope

we own the resources
yet ourselves we couldn't feed
we deserve the finances
our concubines never saw our need
our entitlement in their possession

legitimately its not theirs
but it was claimed forcefully
in truth its ours
but we live dreadfully
we gave all up to them

our concubines are fat like broilers
we left them without being pursued
just like cockerels
we are without fluid
our concubines, our choice

no right have they over us though
but yet they lead us
what they give to us low
yet we are survivors
survivors of hell on earth

we wish we never
the chance we gave them
we should have been clever
maybe we would get the clue
OUR CONCUBINES! ! !

Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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