For Many, it's Friday

For someone in Gazza, it’s an aunt’s death
lost, the bereaved sits close to the deceased body
afraid to look at a sun that’s eager to set for the weekend
afraid of the evening that promises eerie darkness
but for most people in the greater Levant, it’s Friday

For a girl somewhere in Alberta, planning her wedding
it’s a day she stops craving for the other side
having found heaven in the eyes of a love-smitten buck
whose mind thinks like a crown prince awaiting his crest
yet, for many people in the prairie, it’s just a Friday

To an unstable teen rapper craving to be loved by a crowd
in Lagos city, seeking relief in fame, its flame and blame
a dreamer dude leaving a rowdy studio at 6pm
to attend a ‘pati’ show by Wizkid, to join the chorus
for most outside the club, it’s another Friday

To an Indian tourist going to Sentosa from Changi Airport
whose mind wants to flush the spoiled stew of his past
so graciously eager to forget the dirty gutter called life
waiting to tweet ‘first day of bungee jump in my life’
alas, outside the Indian-Indian’s mind, it’s Friday