blossomuyi poems

The tussle of life
Pushes us
Like hunters, we hunt for money
For necessity and luxury

Selling our dreams, to build another's reality.
Like slaves,our right are denied
And for fear of being fired
We swallow our pride and work and work.

After each day labour, we frowned
Working for money
And die and resurrect
At the sight of mighty month end.

With the thoughts of chasing our dreams,
Promotion buried them.
Knowing that the reward for hard work is work and work
We work until our minds slowly stopped working.

Then our youthful strength  lively die
And our minds can't dream again
When the fear of being fired 
Embraced our reality.


At this point, our eyes are open
That we can't work for money
And money can't work for us
Then we walk to the grave with regrets.

       © Imoisili Uyiosa Osagie
           12th August, 2022.