Sack Race

We’re working class

Rendered timid by timocracy.


Expected to pull ourselves out of the bag

After we’ve been given the sack.


With no dough to make bread

We’re no longer able to earn a crust,


While they get a rise out of it

Looking down on us with their heads in the cloud.


We’re fit for work,

But didn’t fit the work.


We’ve got the skills for the job,

But not the skills to get the job.


Rather than sign on the dotted line,

We cut across it.


Wearing our skins to the bone,

As we wear ourselves out,


Hoping to keep up in the long run

While we starve in the short run.

Anthony Ward

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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