Before that my body was bare
I had wears, grimy pullovers,
Torn shoes and trousers.
Second handed used blankets,
Sometimes, naked in nights,
When I had lived on street.
Can you hear me please, my friend?
I were bare body when I came to this world,
Had raised as African friends,
With bare foot, walked on pity ground,
In this poor mother land.
Eating once a day or naught,
Had lost many lunches, dinners, and breakfasts.
Sat in classes with hunger,
To hear my good or bad teachers.
But I didn’t mostly sit to learn,
While my stomach did mourn.
For the next search of meal,
My teenage mind did get in deal.
With itself sometimes,
For none of my crimes.
That was my history,
For my poverty and my family.
Now I wear well occasionally,
While I get monthly salary,
Because I can pay for laundry,
Things are possible with money.
But I don’t know and sure,
About my next future.
Because I may lose this job,
Employers are tending to need bribe.
Rule of law hasn’t obeyed,
For searching I have been tired.
Employment in this country, has affected in politics,
knowledge gap, nepotism and racial tricks.
No one can be hired easily,
I beg my God with stanzas of poetry,
To escape from poetry.
