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The civil servant
Being monthly nourished
He is always feverished
With a blurred vision seeing haze
And a longing and confused gaze
Often looking around in a haste
To be able to gather round a bearable taste
Oh! little master of the mass
You are only a servant in a mess.
Mohammed Alh. Nanu Potiskum
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Citizen on 23 May 1994, p. 37. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation visible in the archived page.