POEM: A train to work

BY CHICHICHAPATILE MANGOCHI

Thirty minutes of walking in rain
Takes me to Southfield

To catch a train
To work. And not in a field

In a house to clean and make beds
Until the sun hits the western horizon.

The train is full
Youngsters are dangling like monkeys outside

A young pastor without a beard or crown bald
Reminds us of our real destination

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