| I went to a shop to buy me a meal that night Nobody was there but those two waitresses I suppose they were not glad to see me there Might be my colour, my race, they didn’t like there I was not surprised to hear what one said to the other Look, another ‘Taxi driver’ is here mate No wonder ! Most of them are of my race Folks of this land are not that “cheap workforce” These Taxi drivers do anything here for a survival Left their homeland for a brighter future here Landed on this land of fortune and luck Too ashamed to queue for that ‘dole’ these people enjoy! But their fortune is trapped on our red tapes here They did not drive these Taxies back in their land They cannot work in their own profession here Because they’re assumed to be ‘Non English’ in this land Most of them went to school and are Graduates, Doctors, Engineers, Lawyers, Cooks and so on They are not refugees here, came on those boats Are ‘Skilled Migrants’ flew in from this world around. |
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