The Servitude Called NySc
In submission I yield to the clarion call,
You clothed me in drills and labour
The rigour of my slave masters-
Soldiers,Camp Commandant,Plantoon oficers
Made me wank in regret.
I was issued a meal ticket
Fed with malnourished ingredients
The type that will wake up corpses
Using their artery and vein
Like Jesus did during his sojourn on earth
My wings was beehived of activities;
Teaching,Smoking and Vex-ing.
I took solace in the body of village girls
Randomly occupying the boreholes under their legs.
What a pity !
I took revenge on the village girls.
I Agonize that I spent my strength unavailingly,
Like birds beating their wings,
Against the bars of a cage of freedom.
I was greeted with a paper in return
My name was penned on it
It looks like a certificate
It signifies my freedom
From the cage of modern slavery.
I took it with mixed feelings
Danced away my sorrow into the winds
Of happiness,freedom and prospect.
Even the musicians dropped their instruments