NO BETTER DAYS SCHOOL BOY, Poetry by Fayia Foray

Genre: Life
He strived to be formal but till date poverty sleeps in his pocket  
Education is key to success, is hypothetical 
Same the words: education is better than silver and gold 
Ts all then. 
Now is money? 
These are the days when economy bites deep in thy flesh and soul 
With poverty smelling in the atmosphere, 
You’re uselessly educated while that uneducated is usefully rich and eating fat 
When he was just young, he was bitten to school. 
Seeing the elders in luxuries, he anticipates for success. 
Dreaming the fantasy of success 
He ate cassava mixed in the red blood of the palm tree, 
Took naked steps in an unchanged uniform to the room of various 
During the three steps you steadily suffer 
Primary, you cry 
Secondary, expense starts 
Tertiary, ohh!, expenditure surrounds your body and activates thy soul 
You spend dozens and thousands of thousands, 
 Counting millions and trillions for those in that chair who dislike same for you 
Out of those three worlds, there is another which is heavier…the job.  
T’s hard to come by  
Walking with thy brown packet of ordinary papers seeking job 
And your drop out friend is busy tailoring money in his tailoring shop 
The two who is poor? 
Perfume walks all over him while you stink in thy unbearable sent 
After the Mighty, money laughs wherever, however and whenever.  
I bet, it even slaps the law. 
You’re sick when poverty dances on you. 
Only learn for advantage but not for riches 
Riches walk thy way with hard work and smartness 
None is weak it’s only effort, and not thy rush makes you achieve the archive 
Somehow, thy road must be made, but not when it’s over the long unabridged river 
Poverty smells on you old-boy while you smile richness you see not 
By Fayia Foray 



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