umoh cyril - work work work

I woke to the sound of wailing hawkers,
is it monday already,
time to be a worker,
cause money waits for nobody,

the stress you have to go through,
sweating throughout your day,
fights and dangers i passed through,
just to make some more pay,

this makes me come alive,
being in the midst of life and death,
sometimes wondering if you are alive,
when you start facing death,

everyday is work work work,
hoping for a brighter day to come,
monday to monday is just all work,
praying for a good day to come.

umoh cyril

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