BY MAYA GREEN
While you are at it, you’d better do a good job
If not, do something else or let others who are more committed to do it
And don’t substitute expediency for principle
Just as one cannot have plastic spaghetti for the real stuff
Be warned, you’ll choke up sooner or later
Be like those who earn their living honourably
Toiling by their own sweat and tears
They are the Salt of the Earth
Judge not others by your opaque sense of morality
If you have nothing good to say, just be silent, holding back your tongue
Especially, in the public space
As a nation, we must steadily climb up the Maslow hierarchy of needs
And stop playing a game of snakes and ladders
Always sliding down the ladder, after so many hard earned steps
We say we wish to replicate the attributes of rich nations,
But neglect the layers of basics, that got the rich nations there in the first place
Let us not be delusional
None should be treated as being on the periphery
We all belong to the same society
Those who prosper at the expense of the many
Shame, shame on you
Don’t overstay your welcome, begone!
You dishonour them, they who are providing you the hospitality
