A Poor Man. Poem by Cliff Phiri

I am a poor man.
My eyes are always on the ground.
My ears hear no good news.
Im totally visionless of the future; i go where the wind goes.
My brains are narrow, my mind is closed.
I only think of what to put on my plater now.
Death is no scary, because i do what life likes.
I am a poor man.

Im always in dark nights.
I like playing with nobodies.
I only wish to get my stomach full.
I hate exposure, once I fall onto the ground I'm there for good.
I hate playing with eagles, i like playing with ducks.
I am a poor man.

'Pity me' is my slogan.
I like spending much and saving nothing.
I live on my sweat, and never my brains.
I hate the principles of the universe, i like those of my own.
I like playing under the tunnel, because out there are too many people who judge.
I am a poor man.

I hate change, i like being justified.
Success is strange.
At least i have something to leave for my clan; my grave.
Give me a seed and i will eat it, let me sow the wind.
I have a principle of my own; feeling my stomach before i share.
Yes! This one works for me.
I am a poor man.

I wish to earn and never to learn.
Royalty is for some people not I.
I like sleeping early and waking late.
I hate risks; let me stay out of trouble.
I burn with anger and hatred when I see some people make it, i wish we all stay at the same post.
I am a poor man.

One thing I fear, what people says about me.
Don't teach me how to fish, for im not sure if I will ever catch.
Rather give me fish! ! !
I am a poor man.