They are all gone <br />none exist behind again <br />use to stay behind <br />the curtains in our homes <br /> <br />we wear them as we go out <br />we keep them behind the curtains <br />when we have come in to rest <br />modesty! Our then life <br /> <br />modesty have elude our homes <br />now gone far away to the city <br />of the bush with clarity to gaze <br />modesty of the nomad man now <br /> <br />like flies at day and the night insect <br />they lead the city of the town <br />with no modesty of the tongue <br />with no modesty of the body <br /> <br />untame lips to uncovered hair <br />what a posterity that we have witness <br />modesty! A no longer life <br />modesty! We call you come home.<br /><br />John Ugolo Umah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modesty-11/
