By: Uzoechina Chisom Chigozie
Down the street, he lived
Before the pub and opposite the parish
The parish ne’er was attractive
The pub, did he love & cherish
He was a wife beater, Mr Martin
So perfectly did he throw the dice
He carried the bottle too, that’s certain
And knew every ill and every vice
Mr Martin was a good-for-nought
Mr Martin did love his bed
Even one penny, he had not
But now, Mr Martin is dead
Where he goes
And how he fares
And nobody cares.
Now lives a merry boy, Mr Martin’s son,
who aimlessly trod from the break of day
till the chilling midnight air.
“Hullo, merry boy,
whence came you?”
“I came from his loins
who lolls about while men toiled.
I am such a one as he
and I do as I see.”
I am a graduate of Human Physiology from the University of Port Harcourt and currently a final year medical student at the University of Calabar. Some of my poems have been published in ‘PETALS AND PITFALLS: An Anthology of Poems by Medics’ available on amazon.com and okadabooks.com. I hail from Imo state, Nigeria. I enjoy reading, and writing poetry.
Amazing, I love this piece.