Are mine children of a lesser god
In the to do list their needs just odds and sods
Unimportant in the national agenda their odds
Are stacked against them unless I prod
For answers that are not forthcoming
I can’t overdo it not if I know what’s coming
Muzzled restrained a prisoner is what am becoming
In my own land what are we becoming

Sorry I can’t afford Internet
Feeding them is a need more imminent
It’s unfortunate I am not more prominent
One on one online tutoring would be more pertinent
But even online the tutors are shooters
The supposed mentors are looters
Tethered locked in, we are reduced to onlookers
Front seat at the never ending freak show and the main actors
Are the aliens elected as leaders

Who cares how many have collided with COVID
How much you are wasting my taxes is what gets me worried
Sending flowers abroad while PPE gear is needed here gets me livid
Your tea and biscuits must be a necessity costing millions how weired

But I have to go out to fend for actual food and I can’t even afford
God forbid the curfew beats me and I am cuffed
If I meet COVID I have to stay in the closet
Coming out means hundreds of thousands out of pocket

Please spare me the lecture of how abnormal
COVID will treat me if I act normal
But who is acting abnormal
How is it normal
To motivate staff that are not local
When our local staff need protection, that’s abnormal
Either way sooner or later one of us has to start acting normal
Can’t be me because like you said am acting normal
Pull your head in and start treating me normal

But what’s normal
My normal is not you normal
No way you can handle my normal
Mine is a painful normal
Uncertain is my normal
Hunger is my normal
Exploited id my normal
Deprived is my normal
Please treat me normal
Your normal
Your privileged normal

©️ C Akui 2020

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