Jobless!

Books in front of me…
I stared through the window…
Uncertainty, hit me with a blow…
Persistent yawns I tried to suppress…
Determine to beat the failing stress….
I did my best to earn success…
Hoping to graduate and later progress…
Our time soon aged, so we were ejected…
Eight months now….No where to be absorbed…oh how dejected!
Days came and pass, I feel disturbed…
Applications I’ve sent seem to have been dumped!
Deep inside my heart I crave for solace…
Praying for God to grant me his grace…
For life without a means is quite a bitter race…
Life has its spills…
I’ll just tick to my will…
Not far may be some thrill!

(Wrote when I was jobless and stressed- eighth month after my graduation and unsuccessful job applications)

poem by Meshack Sewe
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Spoilt Child...

I’m a spoiled child, my dad is Bill
Our kingdom great, we masters of thrill…
My conception on a desktop, in a hard wheezing disk;
My delivery, through a window, dodging swine-virus risk;
My restroom, air-conditioned, in mother’s pregnant board;
Our receptionist, in charge, welcoming icons aboard;
Our mansion has spare rooms, with backup storage slots;
Our kitchen is African, with smiling cooking pots;
Indeed I’m a proud son, a proud son of Bill…

Bigger than my name, I’m a proud son of Bill…
Our Kingdom great, we masters of thrill…..
Friends, all rich, chauffeured by daddy’s drivers;
Home fence, all pest-proof, free from fornicating lizards;
Visitors, some welcomed by father’s genius wizards;
Messenger, never argues, an obedient cute little mouse!
Compound, so green, all members can browse
Indeed I’m a proud son, a proud son of Bill…

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poem by Meshack Sewe
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