Not guilty my Lord!
Though I drank of this gourd
That men enforced on me
Not guilty is my plea
For primary activities
Not guilty my plea
For secondary encouragement
Not guilty my plea
For graduated tutorship
And post graduated effrontery
Not guilty!
Not guilty my Lord!
Ask the cocks that crow
If I don’t wake to time
Ask my hard palms
If they ever spared a task
Inquire from the twinkling stars
How long they wait to see me home
Ask my stormy brain
If it ever sleeps
Had I the chance
I could be good
Let his Excellency bear me witness
My guilt, a lack of silver spoon
To dine with the eminent
My guilt is the refusal
To tow their short-cut
1 comment:
Unemployment has become a big monster in the nation. Many go to school, spend so many years in acquiring a skill to work but they end up becoming dregs of the society.
Who do we blame? the students who went through the process of training or the government with a kind of training that makes graduate still dependent on the government for jobs?
Who is guilty?
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