Two Worlds. Poem by Tony Adah

I live in two worlds
And man is the creator of both,
the splendour of wealth and the inglorious
penury of poverty
Man remade the world to soothe his ego
While a few hands hold gold
Many hold the shackles of wretchedness
This difference is a sore
At the back of the world
And it will cease whether we fight it or not
On the last day when we sleep in one house
the shutters of door closed
And so our eyes, knowing neither shackles nor gold
Descending from acropolis to necropolis,
Our strength or weakness
Shall be a posthumous story.