The Spectator Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

So I nearly home
Today's journey was something else
As I'm eating this time passing meals
I realize across the road there is activity
There is a man and kids
First to my thoughts is why he would move at night with kids
Did he have those quarrels with the mother?
Or is the mother late or she vacated the family
I come to the conclusion that they do not live with her
The kids try to pull their drunk dad to be able to get home
The drunk dad seems ashamed to have his own kids help him
As he is arguing he falls
Now he needs help I tell myself
But if he is refusing help from his own kids what about me?
As I ask myself the rhetoric questions he lights up his torch
From the sound of it, he is looking for the keys
House keys
What a life for the kids
But after all what can I do?
Painfully nothing
All I can do is seat and write a piece