Ade Gloria – “Zero”
It all started from the cradle
Child crawled late- Papa scores me zero
Yes, Child heard he did
Barely a toddler and sent to a box
The babysitter’s glasses were a string of zeroes
At least, that’s what the pictures say
The daily throng of Child’s heavy backpacks
Of Child high schoolers- books rec with zeroes
At least, that’s what the assessment says
Child’s brown files on the employers’ tables
Are a resounding symphony of yesteryear’s zeroes
That’s all Child sees now
One day, the crib shall crash
Weights of mounting zeroes
Weights of lifeless papers
One day, no Adult shall grow out of the Child
For Child is drowned in the sea of zeroes
Under the pitiful eyesore of those glasses