The Job Seeker's Refuge

The job seekers'
Where is their hope
They have no refuge
Going from streets to streets
In the flaming and burstling cities
Looking for job to do.

Even though the answer echoes the same
But like a hapless vagabond
They keep on going from street to street
Still in the confused and busy cities
Looking for job to do.

Most of them in graduate atires
Some are school leavers'
And others of weired categories
They are not thinking now of building a white mansion
But how to make their "White Garri" available
From the angry boxes of meals.

These are the fate of the job seekers'
Who live in a hopeless refuge
With their thoughts on the streets boards
Ears hungry on the radio gingles
Eyes glued to the televisions screens
And so tired before going to bed
In his dream that tomorrow would be better.

Let me shout akuda'!
If somebody would hear me
Hellooo sir's can somebody there help them?
Hellooo ma's could you just look that way?
'Cause they are too many to be counted
So that we can get them out of this shilo
And restore their haggard hope

But for how long will it take
For the Messiah of the job seekers' to come?
Whether in this Century or in another
Millenium,only God can tell.

By: Ofuonyebi 'Dinobi (C) March, 2014