Vultures In My Neighbourhood Poem by Akachukwu Lekwauwa

As ugly as they could get
Flying on their ill-wings about the air,
Perching on high and low trees,
Robbing my domain of her serenity.

In strange locations they nest,
Unquenchable is their appetite,
On foul places they prefer to dine,
Scavenging to stupor.

They flock and defecates about,
Defiling and desiccating the beauty of my abode.

Who will cleanse the land?
Who will save my neighbourhood,
From the beak of these vultures?