Toil Poem by Tony Adah

That day my frail fists and feet
Kicked the air on my cradle bed
I knew I had been signed
On to prowls and toils
The world doesn't offer anything
Free for anyone
Still it offers its bounties
For only those who know where
The gems are hidden.
Some yawn in hunger
When food is in their side pocket
And scream sitting on a cushion
Of joy
Some have wings but can't fly
Like a hen
Others have eyes but don't see
Like the blind
Legs but can't walk like the lame
Still others can fly but have
No place to perch
This is the way
We have inflicted toil
On ourselves.