Servant of the nation, on minimum wage lean
You are who you are and you remain unseen
It started as a small flame
and then it raged into a furnace
But soon you realize… the year’s so lame
and you are only part of a cyclic emergence
Thrown into a system of pent up frustration
You should be proud. You’re serving your nation
Your sweat meets empty promises of elevation
You had dreams of a better tomorrow
And forgot that you were the better tomorrow
In a few weeks you shed your uniform of sorrow
And begin the search for the pot at the end of the rainbow
Yesterday you judged a youth in the green white green
Servant of your selfish dreams, you tease him with wages lean
You’re a part of the system now, a big king pin
and yet you are who you are, you remain unseen
So sad how the cycle again begins.
By Alakan Abeeb Adetunji
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