SAGE DOME

MEN AT WORK They made fuel scarce liquids in tanks, we cant drive always, lest death claim lives, in the sweetest part of our prime. The made rice an expensive food, we cant eat it always, lest we suffer from Beri-Beri, with our curable drugs for the belly. They made dollars sprinters in sloppy lanes, we cant travel always lest we become free refugees in the camp of our foreign enemies. They made suffering dignity in labour, we cant suffer always, lest we become proud mortals, and our eyes turn away from the creator. They made power supply dead in darkness, we cant have power always, lest we forget beauty of the night, as routine call of our bed rests. They made prices of goods keep rising, we can buy always, lest we dampen bargaining spirit, of our rising wise spending. They made endless crises a noble parley, we hear cries always, lest peace and unity deletes, from common dictionary of our mind. They made saints leaders from their entities,

Strive Harder. Dig Deeper. Work Smarter. Jump Higher. Spill Over, Roll Over, But dont give up-er Hagia Encourages!

THE HOPE With sack for clothes And the hard floor as beds We, the slaves have come to see life Never as a bed of roses We hear our names been called We play the deaf ear All to spite our master We discuss them behind their backs And wish for ways the table could turn These masters of ours They spite and chide us Accuse us when things go all wrong Our statement are taken as alibi “They are all liars” The mistress adds The new dawn came when a new slave was bought A man who was once free His shoulders were squared as he looked our masters in the face He brought with him hope A hope of freedom A life we thought could only happen in God’s kingdom A day we would be free When our defences would not be counted as Alibi We gathered to hear him speak When we were sure our masters were deep in their sleeps Excitement seeped through our bones As his many words delighted ou