POEM

*OUR STRUGGLE*

Daily we run after empty buses

Daily we get injured

Struggling to find a place in an already filled bus

Sometimes volunteering to sit on the engine

Our classes, we must not miss

Yet lateness will be frowned at

Not when we have to deal with involved party with experience

Rain; we are now afraid of

For with rain comes loss of valuable properties

Daily they exploit us

Daily we fight the books

Daily no rest

And yet they are aware of all these

But no solution they have provided                     

More accommodation in the garden they have refused to provide

Yet loans are given to capitalist landlords to exploit us the more

We are weak already, trying to fight

All we  do right now do is to beg

After the Yorubas have thought us

Their adage as regards begging

And so please listen to our cry

And take cognizance of our daily struggle

That you may provide solution to our problems

And not adding to it

Doyle.