when the visitors came
they found tradition
and a way of life
what was it
the hamlets have
been left back in the race
the cities burst with
population and speculation
when will the villages
breathe
electricity
industries
bustling business
till judgement day
or the return of Jesus
jeans and jesting
throng the city metropolis
should the villages then be asleep
with
redundant mud
and the living dead
glimpsing at the persistent hunger
from travellers
who return
with daring dread of the inevitable
Villager
leave me alone
find your own ways into the city
perish or prosper
in the sub urban slavery
what is ours is ours
the bush trees and village markets
the crops and farmlands
exposed to unseen sanitary inspectors
with posts in heaven.