In idleness she lobby
She said the future is bright
Which hand will turn up the light?
She went once when they went twice
She’s yet to know, that in pain the path lies
Like a raven to her own
She deprives her pathlight
They are planning while she’s mumbling
She’s crawling when they are runningHoping tomorrow would yield so much
Yet she’s toiling the mud
You don’t rest when you haven’t worked
Or jive when you aren’t tucked
If you’re not planning to stay on the trail
Then you ve planned to derail
Written by: Salam Tiwistar Seun
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.