Coming to work every hazy morn
Does not say my mind is still born!
Nor, when I kowtow and say: Boss
I equate you to He on the Cross!
Monthly pay is neither exchange
Of principles with beliefs strange
Nor being a sloth or being a Fool
Or a Merino farmed for its wool!
Dirty boots walk inside my heart-
Dirty feet inside my cleaner part....
Power of sinews of war, that is; dollar
Cannot abduct liberty by the collar!
I’m not a project marked to earn
Self-actualisation is what I yearn!
17th Oct’ 2013
Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013
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