The Day Worker Poem by Adelowo Ifedayo

Sun streaming through the curtain
Calling and beckoning the early lovers
We in our weakest and tired bones
Venture into the day
Knowing it bring the same thing
Hardwork for the whiteman

Working and working through the
Day, with no slight moment of rest
And as night came calling
We in our weak bones embrace it

To make pallet on the cold ground
And dream of freedom and joy
But cut short as day motion to us
And we In our sullen mind, work again