E_T_Poetry&Writes ZW

I used to walk with a bag of dreams
Dishing em out like lemon creams
Refreshing to the body like ice creams
Now I am waking to sweats and screams.

They told us education is the key
And success came from learning our B’s
Then they barricaded them doors
All we got are certificates.

After mastery of credential accumulation
We was ushered back into a world
Where the only paper with value is money
And the only credential needed is how to make it.

I used to think by now I would be a rich burgher
That I would go places with no need to introduce myself
Now everywhere I go I have to beg to be known
And as soon as I leave I am forgotten.

We was thinking we would be driving them fancy cars
Going places with the wife and kids
Renting out our grand mansions
Now we are living from one meal to the next;
The only thing to my name is my surname;
Those kids we had now stuffed in drains
And the wife, nowhere to be found,
We are hardly single and not in relationships.

If this is all that life was meant to be
Then pardon those who are signing out
Some of them whose dreams never sprouted
Whose works were stolen
Whose names were never mentioned
Whose wishing wands were broken
And Whose brains were drained.

Sounds more like a suicide note doesn’t it?
But jokes on you
I aint giving up
I am going out again tomorrow
To dish out them dreams
Maybe tomorrow, it will be reality.

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