Tuesday, 21 June 2011
In my country I was a doctor, here a toilet cleaner.
Every morning I used to wake, a sip of coffee and off to make,
a person's life I couldn't forsake, a smile, a gentle tap, comforting,
trust me I will make you alright.
Now in the morning, I make my way through tunnels and terminals,
a security check, mop and a broom
I am about to smell the stench of travelers' comfortance.
And I look out of my work room, an influx of people like me I see,
3 bags, a pram, 2 children and me
Making our way through the green light,
No sir I have nothing to declare but few sighs of relief if I may.