PASSIONATE PLEA by Joseph C. Ogbu (JoeNwaOgbu)

See them, with revolving sockets so dry,

head too big with scraggy necks,

flatulent sickly protruding bellies,

grey hair at tender age,

 unkempt and stylishly dreaded,

 thin arms that expose all the junctures

and streams of their veins and arteries,

creatures whose cravings are,

 not to appear in tatters and rags,

that but evident of their poor background

and absence of one to lift their shoulders

each time weariness may come to them to dwell,

the miseries and pains of these victims

keep on portending

the untrammeled biases

hidden in creatures.

Indeed, their plea, a passionate one

that they may dine with the kings and queens,

the best privileged to be seen,

a moment of joy and relief,

a dream daily expected

 that they may gladly smile with their fellow

and enjoy their gifted existence.  

Then, ask not to know them,

 be calm and see them all over,

roving on our streets,

roaming around our homes,

 crying beside our tables,

 pleading for a drop from our spoons

that they may regain strengths

 to battle the dramas of life

which unfold with no mercy.

Then, let us offer favour to whom we can

especially the helpless orphans, widows and the marginalized

 for they often see us as kings and queens

who can heal their painful wounds.