Hard Work

Naazim Nagdee
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read

In his

Desert

Hot and dry

He drives past the newspaper

Guy


Ice nor early morning wind deters

The smile and wave

Unreturned

But

Nonetheless done everyday


Standing for hours

Selling his

Light


The rich men see

Only

A poorer

being


From their buildings

High above

From their cars

Airconditioned

From their seats

All leather

They tell themselves the poor work

Poorly


(He laughs and chats

This “newspaper guy”

No shelter or seat to rest his tired feet)


The rich work hard

“We do” they say

“I’m sure”

The poor have only themselves to

Blame


(He is there before the birds no matter the Taxi Fare

This “newspaper man”)


But (now shifting in unease) in his car

The businessman knows his lie

And that

The Newspaper man

Works harder then him

Naazim Nagdee

Written by

Just a student. Not born in the struggle, not millennial, no political belonging. So kidnapped politics, holding it until it see’s the youth ;)

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