POETRY CORNER WITH KWESI BISSUE: Like Who?

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Like a servant…who must serve a Sire

he must serve only for a wage…not for praise

Like a servant…who must serve a Lord

he must only be seen…not heard

Like a servant…who must cower to an owner

he must be there…even when nobody is there

Like a servant…who must be on daily guard

it’s granted…he must be taken for granted

Like a servant…like a father?

 

Like a servant…who must wait on a superior

he must learn…to be super inferior

Like a servant…who must please a paymaster

he must avail himself…on the daily roster

Like a servant…who must answer to a Boss

he must stand to attend…no matter the cost

Like a servant…like a father?

 

Like a servant…who earns no token of respect from a Bosun

he must be forsaken for mistakes of imperfection

He must be forgotten

a slave good for nothing

Like a servant…like a father?

 

Like a bulldozer…that bulldozes it’s way

through thick thickets to make the way

Like a bulldozer…that labours night and day

even on many holidays

Like a bulldozer…that turns marshes into hard asphalt

that turns uneven places into smooth plains

that turns patches into levelled thoroughfares

Like a bulldozer…like a father?

 

Like a bulldozer…that ventures where the Albion fear to tread

where it battles unfriendly conditions

where it removes immovable obstacles

where it brings contours to shape

where it straightens out curves

Like a bulldozer…like a father?

 

Like a bulldozer…that makes the road and the railway

to make way for vans and trams

Like a bulldozer…that is left in the bush

after clearing the bush for others to pass to the other end

Like a bulldozer…that is abandoned

often forgotten

remembered only at the next construction

Forbidden…on the road it had constructed

Like a bulldozer…like a father?

 

Like a mechanic…who must respond to calls at odd hours

to do urgent repairs

Like a mechanic…who must report in greased clothes

in creased clothes

to restore the jeep for the Chief in laundered suits

Like a mechanic…who must travel in Aboboyaa

on his way home

because his clothes smelled like…hmmmmm aah!

Like a mechanic…like a father?