Crumbled Crumbs Of Crumbled Commonwealth Poem by Tony-Cemaluk Egbuonu

They really can't be collected,
That collected the commonwealth,
Just to plunder and launder.

They really can't be corrected,
That are incorrect in their upstairs,
Just to collect 'correct' joy.

They can't be chosen; can they?
In their choice upstairs,
Just from uncommon crumbs built,
From grabbed commonwealth,
Of a nation left in shambles,
In favor of others as Shylocks.

They can't but soon shatter,
In their cramped upstairs,
From spoils and shatters,
Of commonwealth crumbled.