Posted by EMEKA ODIAMMA on
Its rainy days once again
How I dread this season
The raindrops on my rooftop
With such a rhythm
I’m so poverty stricken
My world is a dreary prison
And I’m losing my reason
Maybe I will appreciate the season
If only my roof never leak
And our old mattress not soaked
So my children will sleep in peace
Like children of the other folks
I’m too broke to buy or mend our clothes
My life is full of sorrow
The world is heavy on my shoulder
Poverty has beaten me hollow
I’m made weak by hunger
Why do I have to borrow?
I guess we need to eat
Said he is coming on morrow
No penny will he meet
Maybe he will take this land of mine
Oh its not even mine and I haven’t paid the rent
Maybe he will take my wife
In the place of the money he lent
Or maybe he will take my life
That might get my troubled soul mend