Suicide Note. Poem by Tony Adah

I am constrained
By the colour of the world
Only the damp and dull ones
Of beggars with bowls
Daily not sure of any meal.

I am bothered by the kind of soup
My wife cooks without salt, pepper
Or any seasoning.
Still the kitchen endowment is huge

I am not happy with the way
My home flowing with milk and honey
Makes children scavenge extreme of places
Naked, hungry and idle.
Some of them have taken to the streets
Sniffing powders and brimmg with
The reeks of big tobacco roaming about
They wear pants saging and longer
Than their legs
With dreadlocks and shirts without cufflinks
And I am the cause.

So you shouldn't wonder
Where I have gone to
When you no longer meet with me
As usual begging or rescuing them
From the corner of the street
Near my home flowing with milk and honey
And I am going!