My pocket is dry

Everyone needs a pocket
even though an ideal pocket does not exist
An imperfect pocket gives you just a lesson
There is no doubt you may lose what you put on it.
Pockets are a necessity for dresses
The pocket on your dress adds beauty to your garment
Dresses without pockets seem to be incomplete
It may be judged as an omission or a mistake of the designer.
My pocket is dry and empty
How do I improve the condition of my pocket
My pocket has the look of a desert
As you look into it, you can see forever.
The masses are crying, "enough is enough"
The children are crying, crying for food
Parents are wondering where the next meal will come from
I am silenced and humiliated by the dryness of my pocket.
The world is being ravaged by a plague
It is the first of its kind in this modern age
No one ever thought about a thing like this
Like a thunderbolt, it struck every one of us.
Other nations knew of it and prepared on time
In a third world country like ours
despite the warning, we were still taken unawares
We are full of tears and sorrows.
Our colonizers came to the rescue in one hand
but our leaders shamelessly pocketed everything they saw
Now, we are left to listen to their lies
Lies, lies, lies upon lies.
From the window of my house, I look on askance of what tomorrow will be
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I had thoughts: plans for the money in my pocket,
for a beautiful house for my children,
a promise I made to them and myself in silence.
Now, my pocket gets dried because of no income
only expenses from the little I saved to make them have a little comfort
but expenses have become the only thing I know
I need re-enforcement to make life easier.
I spend on food but it is not sufficient to feed my entire family
I spend on Medicare because the government cannot offer me anything
They locked me in the house; they put sulfur dusk to dawn for me to observe
but how does the money come into my pocket?
My business is at a standstill
Yet, no alert in my pocket
The promised palliative could not come to me
I guess it is all a scam.
This is a government of scam
They scam the citizens
They scam the outside world
They even scam themselves because they no longer trust themselves.
I am worried about my obligations to my children and society
The year is fast running to an end
Nothing is yet accomplished
My pocket is dry. Everywhere is dry.
Prisca Onyinye Nwokorie is a  Roman Catholic Nun. She belongs to the religious order of “Oblates of St. Benedict Joseph Labre” in Italy. She is a graduate of the University of Bari where she obtained her Bachelor's and Masters' degrees in “Information and Communication Technologies for the Production of Software” and “Computer Science” respectively. Currently, she is carrying out research work on “E-learning for Developing Countries”.