"Somewhere Over Here"

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Somewhere Over Here"

I know a couple,
They have a home in a small room
At the extreme right-hand corner of a compound with adjacent rooms.
Their faces reveal a desire for a better life
A comfortable haven far away from the remoteness of poverty and hunger.
Their lips barely uttered a word
They communicated languidly with cold nods and weak gestures.

They are what you would call an unfortunate family in Africa.
Their hopes as citizens were stolen that morning when the mutilated election results were announced on air
Which was greeted with despair and disenchantment 
They know it will be another quadruple years of scorching promises and penury.

This couple have a family:
Two worn-out adults and two kids yoked with constant infant illness.
I know this couple.
They are my parents.
I am their sick child.
We might die tomorrow.
Come and save us. 

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keith jeffries

Sun 12th Jul 2020 18:54

Emeka, this poem transported my imagination directly to the scene described. I was there even with the despair. Then you startled me by saying it was you I saw. This poem made me sit up and think of that vast ocean so rich in human potential yet thwarted by helplessness and lack of opportunity. How many more are there? Those whose dreams will never be realised. Thank you for this poem. It enters the soul of the reader. Keith

Nicola Beckett

Fri 19th Jun 2020 16:26

Beautiful x

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Paul Sayer

Sun 7th Jun 2020 21:56

Keep writing young body with a very old Soul.

Shout from the rooftops
so people can see
what it is like
for unfortunates like thee

Written with such connection
well captured.
Po

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Philipos

Sun 7th Jun 2020 21:48

Hi Emeka - Abdul puts it well - but your poem is quite startling as to the reality of some people and how they live. Well done for getting it out there on the screen.

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Abdul Ahmad

Sun 7th Jun 2020 21:32

Emeka

The votes counted the rulers are crowned. Then onwards self interest is all that matters.

Their tables overflow with food and the waste from it would feed an army. Their people go hungry.

It isn't surprising that their subjects are left in dispair and are disenchanted.

You tell the story as it is. It is
sad but true and very well constructed.

Abdul

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