Its five to nine and nine to five
From a long search till you're sixty five
Calculated time and calculated salary
Its a tragedy to see this strategy
On innocent minds even the economy
Please don't make fun of me
For saying what I don't wanna be
I sit at the bus stop at eight forty
And see grown men and women trotting
To and fro In their suits and their boots
Cups of coffee in hand
Just to avoid getting fired
Probably a chimera but,
I hope I'm not being disparaging
I don't mean to, just saying
I've learnt to go to school to connect
To learn and grow to solve the world's problems
Not to chew and pour at exam's shore
What I think I don't need
Education is not just a good idea
Its a commandment
Let the approach change
And we won't have
Tabula rasas for degree holders
Dare to be free to see opportunities
On their knees, begging Yoruba style
Step out and do something more
So you can live more
©kofiannan
K