Dabbing unwillingly to the tune played by nature,
Society approaches them with a lot of hatred,
Widely they are being exposed to barbaric torture,
Inflicted with sufferings as they are being oppressed.
Mongers around them are so self-centered,
Moving all around in their individual fancy cars,
No helping hand of any sort was being rendered,
Leaving behind in their heart some unhealing scars.
Struggling with life to meet up with standard of living,
Which make me tag them as the city-lames,
Giving them a great cause to cease not to strive,
They move around fully immersed in shame.
Tattered is their clothes as they wander around,
Hiding from sights to prevent being defaced,
Obstacles they face each day become abound,
This forces them to rendering themselves abase.
This is how things were for years in the past,
From generation to generation altering their fame,
Wondering for how long all these will last,
Where lies the fate of the city-lames*?
* City-lames: i.e people with inabilities to meet society’s standards.
I am Solihu Abdul Mumin, a poet, a story writer, opinion writer and I also write articles. I am an extrovert and I am from Nigeria. Kwara state, indegene of Ilorin. I attended the University of Ilorin where I happen to be an undergraduate. I wrote many poems and articles. Right now, I am on my story "The lies of a snake heart" to be concluded this month. My favorite quote is a concept known as p5. It states that; Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performances.