The Poor Man's Song Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I have watched birds fly
In the heavenly firmament
There are no bye-laws
To make them pay their taxes
Their flight schedule is not disclosed
Their itinerary is not made public
Yet they are free to fly
I have watched Man make rules
It is not the rules that make Man
The rules are made for the poor man
To dangle on them and fall
To fiddle with them and burn
The laws are not meant to bring happiness
They are only meant to guard against the poor man's appetite
It is not foolishness to be poor
But yet foolishness has been perfected by the system
That keeps the poor man down
I want to fly away like a bird
With no destination to call home
Only clouds to conquer
And winds to betray
I want to be free
From the foolishness of Man

©Kenneth Maswabi