The Sweat Of My Brother Poem by Tony Adah

My brother
It is a pity that
You are at the crossroads
But if that is the side
You have chosen
Then you'd probably not return.

Because the coins in your
Pocket clang
You've suddenly become handsome
Inspite of scabbies
She has seen the money
That which you sweated for
She will bath in the pool
Of your sweat, look beautiful
In the eyes of men.

You will remain dirty
In your scabies
Till you travel to no return
No more to see her
It's a pity my brother for
That road you have taken.