CARICATURES AND PENURY
I wish I could be a little of everything So I can understand and behold every estate -Its joys and its pains. I wish I could be that mother Who struggles into a trotro everyday with a child saddled at her back. She marches on relentlessly in a pool of sweat- a mélange of suffering and hope. I wish to be that young lady Whose secret is misery and whose fears lie within herself. Under those thick sheets of make-up, long claws and a mini-skirt Is a fragile soul at the verge of breaking. She struggles in silent anticipation that tomorrow will be better than yesterday. I wish again to be that young man Whose hunt for a job has deflated his ego. He has been rendered useless to his waiting family. A hundred mouths to feed; A well-statured young man with no crutches for his amputated dreams. He limps into the sunset and awaits another day. I wish… but then I am trapped together with them In a cage of corruption standing under a merciless sun. ...