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
T’s 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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