Aces And Eights Poem by Tinashe Mupedzapasi

Full house, aces and eights
Life flowing in a flowery bed of easy
No way, it's a gumble it's a hustle
No giving up, sowing in pain
To fill our tables with goodly beholds

Hard we work, odds we break
We swim in poverty, swimming through
That great wave is to take us to the shore
We keep on paddling, its our journey out
The sea is hostile for it has met the land

Its a full house, our day to shine
Yesterday we sow, now its a payday
Still we work, no plans of rest
It is what we are, our daily song
Until a full house, aces and eights.