THE TIME TO MAKE LIVING WITH RHYME
I slept but my eyes were open,
Dreaming about showing off what I do best.
Here I am at National Arts Festival opening.
Yes, festival is a platform for me to make a living,
But, getting to see poorer walking along the empty street;
With thin wallet pissed me off.
Rushing into the already crowded market was the only option.
But I needed some noise for people to be aware of me.
By Moses Moreroa