Wednesday, November 4, 2009

THE BOSSES by Tendai Nhema

We live in the Eastern Suburbs
With each of us owning
More than one mansion
We drive posh cars
And own factories
Money is not a problem
We live luxury

The Western inhabitants
Are our slaves
They work for us
In the scorching sun
Yet we pay them peanuts
They hardly manage to live
But we want them at work
Because they maintain our happiness

We treat them as we please
And give them no time to rest
They strive and starve
From morning to dusk
Tired and hungry they
Drag themselves to their lodgings
While us – the top class
Drive ourselves to our triple stories
We enjoy and they suffer
They have no choice
We are the bosses

© Tendai Nhema 2009

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