Sweat dripping from their skull,
Agony radiating from their minds
On days in and out and yet they give their all,
Hmm! They suffer setbacks of all kinds.
They suffer from suffering,
They stink of hunger and poverty,
They don’t even know their chances of surviving,
Many go into vices due to this.
People look down on them,
Majority considers them miscreants,
They are people of the low life realm,
English names even the intelligent ones as peasants.
They are in every nation of every continent,
The world has failed to protect the poor,
Most at times they are judged with sentiment,
All these injustices force them to break the law.
Earth should be ready,
For the repercussions would soon surge forth,
I have used my ink to prophecy already.
(Joel Oyeleke Ifeoluwa currently runs a creative writing program at Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, Osun state. He is the author of Love in Letters (An epistolary novella). He is widely published in international Anthologies.)