Don't laugh at me when you see me washing cars down that drain,
don't say I’m mad when you see me walking in rain,
don't be surprised when you see me jumping on a train,
I’m just trying to catch my ride home,
I’m not yet there but i have to take life on by the horns.
With a degree in my backpack and slasher in my hand,
I’m ready to change the look of this land,
give me a jembe let me feed on the fruits of my hand,
i don’t need a building all i need is a helping hand,
let me sweat and my soft hand ache from this blisters,
let me smell like trash in front of those beautiful creatures,
tomorrow i know i would be richer.
Don't sent me out of your office,
I’m not as educated as you are,
just give me a chance to wash the place,
cutting grass and weeding the flower bed will be nice,
in fact that’s the work I’m looking for.
The sun is too hot sir,
I’m thirsty and hungry too,
the mirage seems to comfort me there is hope,
my only official shoes are torn,
food and water i will find them home,
only after knocking on this last door.
Are you serious sir?
ten thousand is a lot of money,
my mum has no job,
my dad drinks all of his,
just allow me to work for only a month,
i will give you thirty percent of what i earn.
I know I’m not of your tribe,
i have nothing to bribe,
all i have is my documents,
they show how qualified i am,
just give a chance sir,
I’m tired of walking around with this brown envelope.
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