JEREMIAD: "HEAVY JOY LOAD" BY ZEPHNATH
Inside hell I live in
In fear my opinion mightily hidden
The darkness my soul adores
At site laying my vision
My mind is buried in vain
Inside my heart no fresh is living
It's dry as the land is beaten by drought
No love ,no peace No way
The heavy joy loads my passion
For survival with no arrival.
No one to train me
Not even in pre-nursery
The burden is unbearable
Inside burdens I serve the interest of hunger
The anger of poverty ties my life
In suspense my hope lies
Like a nut in its shell
My voice is enclosed
The mouth dances in promising words
Of the men of the high conditions
Yet with no action
No hope, no future, no way in my heavy joy load,
Where under a scorching sun daily
I beckon for my daily bread.
© ZEPHNATH JUDE POET EROBE N.
13-10-2023
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- Nigeria
The poet persona laments over the abuse of children, by exposing them to streneous jobs. Yet, the society has nothing to give them except daily meals. As a result, these victimized children are fixed to such unfavourable jobs.
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