Dear Editor – Please publish the following poem:
In the pigsty,
squealing starving piglet are quietened by dinner residues
and decomposed leftovers, despised and cast off by the elated master.
In the village, yearning needy voters are silenced
by Waku-brand chainsaws and solar-panel replicas
despised and cast off by the elected master.
In the pigsty a pricy sow
is let to tend for its siblings amidst the dung and the pong,
unattended and abhorred by the elated master
In the village a distressed mother
is let to struggle for her children amidst millions of RCDF and self-serving MPs,
unattended, unbothered by the elected master.
We’re poorer because…
You’re richer.
Vinnie Nomae
USP SI Campus
