I Am The Toilet Cleaner Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

I clean that dust whole day
For over three years
I have persisted to serve you
It pays for my needs
I do not fear to mention
The wrongs of people
When they visit our public place
Any other thing can be overlooked
But not health concerns
The night becomes too long
It disappoints me often
When people get aware
That am not around
So in the morning
I can’t find where to sit at ease
I do not know
What people eat
But I guess
They all eat so badly
But that’s unfair friends
You may think you are doing fun of me
Think wisely my friend
Life is slippery on top
And you might slide down
To find yourself in my clothes
Little did I know as well
While that way I’d have grown