HIS SWEAT, THEIR GAIN.

Standing to see if changes will come,

He's willing to sweat,

Allow his pores to react,

He wants his bones

To feel the dignity of labour,

All to no avail.



Some don't want to work,

He wants to work,

Hard work satisfies,

Get the opportunity to toil,

Toil all day long,

All for meager amount.



Then he stands,

The supervisor,

Never but with files,

He is air conditioned,

Just like a corpse,

He spends all proceedings.



Birth! Birth!

Noble?

Poverty!

Feeding from hand to mouth,

In search of all to eat.

Survival of man,

The bane of his madness,

Exploding idea

But no visible legal tender.





Lati inu owe:

OSISE WA LOORUN, ABANI NAWO N BE NIBOJI TO N GBA AFEFE