By Goto Emmanuel
Everyday is a salary,
But the fruits we eat are more than the wages
The farmers toil taller than the seed they harvest.
The hustle of life is to full the empty stomach
And make the frowning faces gleam.
The world aims for more and more,
Hustle and struggle day and night,
But yields nothing in the shelter of the pauper.
Why not come in bundle you salary!
Who knows the abode of salary?
Travelling like the sun rays in man’s purse
Deducting fare without notice.
The empty stomach must be filled
The tattered cloths must also be sowed
Even the stale furniture are gazing with rust and dust
All must be filled by the same earn.
The salary of life is an unending journey
Whose paths link to everything in life
We stressed for the future
We earn; but when earn,
Daddy brings his shattered boots in the box
And calls “aboki” to beautify it
Mama also submits cost for the tripod
And we submit diary of the term fees.
Poor man salary is like a weak soldier in my country
Who disappoints them in a million times in the battle field
Salary is salary — but not all salaries are rich
I heard the muttering of the poor man in the air
I read the long letter of the poor man to the NEPA body
Rejecting the light because of his probable cause
Cause; sooner, tax and the tattered bills will be asked.
If I will not be self employed
I will be salaried employed
If I don’t work, I will not receive
What we work, we earn.
We owe credit just for the name sake
But the rich do more exploit with the earns
Just like a rock to the needy,
burden to the poor, but blessing to the rich
Which blur the thoughts of the wretched
But brightens the sky of the rich in an island.
Man earns is a factor to his life
Shattered incomes has caused cassava to soak in the barn of the pauper.
The day sweat is an expectation of compensation
We expect more than Lazarus of old
We earn salary to fulfill our desire
But the short earns is the fire that ignites the light in the house
Fowl in caravan is like a country in recession
Whose budget is low like battery
Our budget now is no where to be found.
We worked, earned and spent but not satisfied
The poor man earns is a burden but the rich man salary is like milk and honey.
Goto Emmanuel hails from Opuba, Arogbo in Ese-odo local government Ondo state, Nigeria. An undergraduate in Niger Delta University, Wilberforce island, Bayelsa state. An ijaw by tribe. A christian. A poet, Essayist, fiction writer and a budding lawyer. Gentle and passionate. Optimistic and God fearing. His hobbies are reading, writing , swimming and football. He loves nature. Most poems of Goto Emmanuel are about nature, politics and love. A lover of book who strives to do his possible best in the work art.
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