Mere statistics

Dawn:

A fleeting memory of black robes and hoods

Of teeth with various degrees of whiteness

Of hope, of ambition, of dreams

Enough to feed the hungry

Of celebration after success well earned?

The sun sprints from wonderland

Soon it will scorch shaved heads

Of tie-strangled, suit adorning,

Brown envelope bearing hustlers

Evening:

Tired dusty forms unmindful of dust

Drag themselves home

E’en before the trail of dust they raised

Finds its way back to earth

“For how long, for how long good lord?”

Papers are reviewed, brown bottles brought

Tomorrow is another day.

Karani Kelvin (Facebook or Twitter). - sirkarani@gmail.com. I also blog at Business Tips Kenya. Share your thoughts, comments, compliments and criticisms below.