Stare Stare
Son, your peers are not
Your heroes, don't
Stand aside and watch
Them do good:
Your own mother ululating
At them, while she constantly
Weeps at nothing good you do.
Stare stare at other people's money,
You spend the day asleep;
Stare stare at other people's sweat
While your sweat is hidden stashed.
Now you have your sweat
Stashed in the ground,
When will it ever sprout
And what will you ever reap!
Copyright © Fungayi Elias Ndhlovu | Year Posted 2017
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