A big tear drop
For the hope
That keeps you on
And wasted times
And money on drinks
At the slightest promise
Of a rise in pay
The certificate
Of the learned
Is a source of pain
When remembered
And the uneducated
Has his fate resigned
It is the evidence
Of a dehumanised
And deprived generation
And the resilient hope
That has refused to die
(Saturday 18th December,1999,5.12pm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very truly stated, this is pure intellectual sagacity and dexterity at work in this beautiful piece.
Thank you Uche and sorry for the late acknowledgement.