Mad House
As I watch from a far,
I saw everything in the yard
Some living jobbery
Streets struggling patiently
I saw the streets fighting for meal
From the little portion seal,
The house task
Makes living a tax
Streets determine their happiness
With dreads like Palm threads
Stripes like zebras
The house deprives
Bridges meant for them
From there they control the ocean
Little attempt to ascend
They ensure you descend
Their daily task is move treasures
They live for pleasure
With much leisure
Accompany with sensors
Watch the streets as failures
I saw the street with much help
Helped in building bridges
Yet non could cross one
Underneath for long,
You end in free house
I saw them making laws
Still they maws
The street silent in voice
Audible and be foist
All day, they look for protest
It's not in their dictionary text
If English could put hand on their chest,
We could replay again this chess
Streets no longer safe
Even while in caves
Alloy tubes still in action
Privacy gone into extinction
Bullet flies like arrows
Hidden places not safe for marrows
Innocent ends in the lot
The streets watch with zipped mouth
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Kporho Raphael Oyeke
Fri 19th Jun 2020 21:44
#Poemagraphic
Thanks my friend.