Yawning Amidst Food Poem by Tony Adah

I am home yawning
Not that I'm tired or tending a hangover
I am hungry in the midst
Of the bounties of food.
I am de-appetized by the skeletons
On the other side, their frailty and their complacency
They have conspired against their own imprisonment.

Now they are murmuring behind bars
And bars they do not really see
Not that they have stolen someone's thing
Or murdered a soul
They have acquiesced to injustice
Metted out to themselves.

I can see them, skeletons
Without anything to clad
To eat or to drink
And my eyes are full of tears
My mouth of wailing
And it is suitable to give them a dirge
If as they now know
But do not want to extricate
Themselves from this mental slavery.