HUSTLE
Getting up from bed alone,
Gives a kind of headache
Hearing the cock crow,
Tells you what the day has for you
Listening to the footsteps of co-tenants
Tells you there is something at stake
Oh no! here comes another day day of suffering
A pack of tired eyes welcomes your presence
A group of wanting-to-eat mouths shivering at you
Persuasions are no remedy to this group
Backs are burning, sweat, is thy only waterfall
Threading along all cardinal points
Hoping for the day’s chop chop
Waists swing in the unending up and down rhythm
Yearning to cultivate the denied soil
He that wishes not to shed away its soil
Two strikes and your hoe is blunt
For how long will this continue?
How long shall we go through this?
He that said “No pain no gain”
Spoke not out of tiredness
But re-tiredness from suffering to pampering
Suffer to gain now !! for comfort awaits across the river
You will break through your Hustle!!!!