This One Man
Is man a fool?
Fool for who?
Who is he?
He is nothing
Nothing at all
All his life
Life is a struggle
Struggle for something
Something to eat
Eat for what?
What his body needs
Needs he never meets
Meets nothing but troubles
Trouble everywhere
Everywhere he goes
Goes to work
Work for people
People in the offices
Offices they built
Built from his sweat
Sweat from the inside
Inside gets sick
Sick, until he is dying
Dying, dying and dying.
Copyright © Ndubuisi Umezulike | Year Posted 2020
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