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 Because We are the bosses © Tendai Nhema 2009