Tuesday, 24 November 2015

MY BOSS AND I (A Poem)

I live in slum

But serve in palace

I'm wrecked with penury

But my boss in luxury

My tear preach poverty

But my boss handles it with levity

I pale and whither in hunger

But my boss shines in his Hunda

I glory in the crumbs from his table

But complains my integrity is questionable

I farm for my boss to eat

But my boss gives me no portion of my labour to eat

I made my boss who he is

But to my plight,he never asks what it is?