Poem for a Census and a Forecast (The Star: 1.09.09)
Filed in writing, September 4, 2009, 10:05 am by Neemai
My government wants to know if I live, if I am dead.
My government wants to know what I do for a living,
how many hours I work. It counts my offspring
my livestock my radio my mobile phone. It wants to know
my tribe, the place I was born, if I own a fridge. My fridge
shall help my [...]