The man behind my house

By Munachimso Nwakile.

The man behind my house,
Am sick am sick he cries
Each and every morning.
It is three years-counting;i know better.

The man behind my house,
Am starved, am starved he sings
Yet beside him are plates from last night’s dinner
It is three years-counting, i know better.
The man behind my house
He threatens fire and brimstone,
A barking dog that won’t bite.

It is three years-counting i know better.
The man behind my house
She has killed me, she has killed me:
At the claimed soft slap from his wife,
It is three years-counting, i know better.
The man behind my house,
He won’t hear my shouts of greetings
Yet he complains i do not greet.
It is three years-counting i know better.
The man behind my house
He is at it again this morning
Am up but not listening:
It is three years-counting, i know better.
The man behind my house,
I pray his song changes soon
My time is far spent.
It is three years-counting, i know better.

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