The Day the System Worked
(In the voice of a lamenting Prophet) Where are my sons in suits?Where are the daughters in wrappers of sorrow?Where are the women with wombs of pain,The men with dreams leaking through torn pockets? Where are the midnight wailers?The miracle seekers?The tithers of last kobo?The sowers of rent money? Where are the prayer requests? Ah!They have vanished like demons…