FREEDOM FROM LAZINESS
A little slumber, a
little folding of hands
And poverty hits like
an armed robber
Pummeling squarely on
its victim
The hands and legs
feel weak
The limbs want to go
numb
At the thought of
work, the mind resigns
The spirit is willing
but the body weakens
A little sitting back
and relaxing
Thinly thinking that
things will go right
Hoping against hope
that it'll be okay
Waking up from the
reverie in hunger
Laziness indeed an
enemy it is
To the society, the
nation, the world
Dragging development
and devolution
To the people, for
the people, by the people
The savaged folks
from the sabotage
And give them freedom
to reign over it
To be at the helm of its
seduction
To thrush its efforts
to futility
By Francis G Kariuki
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