The Labour Poem by Adesola Tomilade

The Labour



For one year whole
I laboured, I toiled
To serve the fatherland

Under the sun I suffered, I suffered
Under the rain I pushed on, I pushed on

For I know that someday,
It comes to an end
And I know that one day,
I shall raise my head

But along comes a labour
A different kind of labour

A labour to survive
To survive the fatherland
The fatherland I served
I served for one year whole

Now I know that NO DAY
Shall come to end the labour
For it comes and goes,
It changes face around

For that it how it is
The labour goes round a-round.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
There is no end to human struggle. At every stage of one's life, there'll always be a struggle, a challenge that will come our way. The one year National Service program in Nigeria is a labour every recently graduated youth must embark upon. How they look forward to the end of this service! Many believed they'll be free after completing youth service. But then, they soon realise that the struggle, indeed just begin; The struggle to get a good job, the struggle to survive on the one gotten, the labour to meet and please one's employer... And the list goes on, TO NO END. No day shall the labour come to an end.
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