The Destitute Poem by Kubiat Bassey

I was walking down the street one fateful day in search of a dispensing ATM when I saw an mad man (maybe he was sane, just his condition made him look so. As i watched this mad man dressed in NYSC uniform, he bent over to drink water from a stagnant gutter. i could not believe he would be able to survive such. so it inspired me to write this. while we are hear eating healthy meals, cozy homes, loving friends and family, a brother is out there eating and living from our dirt. Truly, one man's meat is another's poison.