I am a tin
A waste bin
In haste to make ill a person
With a taste of my pill
And of truth, your bill will rise.
I am kicked and ripped apart when discarded
My bowel, full of decay, maggots…
Rubbish!
Yak! You will say.
Ransacked by scavengers
With hidden agenda to uncover the gold there is!
Using a meager stick to create wealth
Irrespective of those ills.
Wealth in a bin?
It is like a sin
Broken plastics, worn out metals, bones of slaughtered animals from the abattoir, newspapers whose news have gone stale…
Rotten rice and beans covered by mucor, the stench…,you gasp for air!
But in this dirty world;
This tin, this bin,
The finest jewels find a home
Treasures…
The rolls of dirty written data, give tissue paper
Broken plastics into plates,
Organic waste: manure for sweet green vegetables
Abattoir bones: a way to new home of ceramics and animal feeds
Injurious bottles melted to create new louvers! All sold for a high price.
That is, if you mould…
It is gold, not decay
Dispose me generously
Never let go totally
A waste you may say
But it is a waste to wealth!
Deborah Omoaregba
Deborah Oluwabunmi Omoaregba is a wife, mother, educator, author, poet, songwriter, blogger, talent advocate, and a developer cum counselor of young minds.
It is in the mission to change the environment for good.
Let’s green the earth for you and me.