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Roadside cutters
Kenya — Silly poems for your backpack
You would think with all that livestock,
The goats, zebras, cows and more,
That the government wouldn’t have to,
Make a job from what seems a chore.
But then again, it’s one way,
To get the youth out there and working,
Idle hands are the devil’s tools,
So true, when unemployment is lurking.
I thought it was community service,
It caught my attention more than once,
Or perhaps it was a school punishment,
For the biggest classroom dunce.
No, no, I assumed wrong,
And was educated the reason why,
These roadside grassdressers,
Could earn so then they could buy.
Armed with a machete,
Working in groups of five or six,
They would swing blades at blades,
And give the sides a good fix.
It kept the walkways from overgrowing,
Potentially hiding snakes or beasts,
Whilst the youth got to chat and socialise,
And move to those afrobeats.
While I travel, I enjoy writing a bit of poetry, mostly silly stuff, but all to remember the fun I had.
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