PLAGIARISM





They watch us dig and plant under the sun ray
Struggles, as hard work makes our hair brown and gray
And they eat up our green land like pest,
Whenever, the spring brings fertility on our zest.

Of few men babysit their bottles of lackadaisical liquor
In their dark and delinquent little house of squalor
Nut crack their half dead heads,
Appear in the light to steal the glory of one, whose work leads.

There is no sin greater than this act,
Here comes the judge with this single fact,
your charges of robbery and mutiny,
They will be sentence to jail with hard labour till disarray and tiny.

Work hard to earn high,
Steal hard to die nigh.


Uche Chidozie Okorie

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