THE BOY AT THE KANESHIE BRIDGE

A look at that child
Wretchedly dressed
Pitifully coated
With Horripilation
Of desolation
And hunger.
He sits at the bridge,
The famous bridge of Accra;
THE KANESHIE B R I D G E.


Smelling
And his skin darkening
With his silver cup slowly filling
With the droplets falling
From his roofing;
Two sticks with a rubber stretched
Above his head.

People passed
Men of God passed
Mothers passed
Fathers passed
Even the early morning preacher passed!
They passed by the cup
Of the boy seated on the bridge.
None gave him a single coin.

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Then came one;
Well dressed
Well perfumed
Who always passed him by,
With his worshippers.
Placed a coin in the boy’s cup
So his picture was taken
That all might see him benevolent.
This is the way of A POLITICIAN

The child looked at me
The politician had left him.
He looked
I looked
And he looked and smiled.
I approached and asked,
WHY DO YOU SMILE?
Then he smiled and said,
“I smile
For I now see I am better than the politician
For a leader shows who he is
Where ever he is .
A leader serves without being told to.
A leader helps,
Not for attention
But out of a clean heart.

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I am better
For all who see me
Know me for who I am.
Not a liar
A poor boy, yes.
But as the poor boy with the smile.
The politician is never known by all with his true character.
So tell me ,
Who is a politician?
Who is a leader?
Are they same?
Or different from each other?

©charlesthelambentwriter

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