Arousing morning begins with a poor civil servant
Each alcove and crevice, lies the civil servants
Commissioned to oil the motor of the state
With and without versatility, the errand must be accomplished
With and without pay, the month must start and end
In the dew and icy, due dates must be come to
In the rain and daylight, reports must hit the desks
Oh! My civil servant, my productivity
Move past the politics my good civil servants
You’re assets to the state not the regime
Stick your loyalty to country not regime
On you, the agenda of the country is set to win
With your grins and vitality, we accomplish the best
With your outrage, we endure the worst
Yes! My civil servants, my backbone of my back
My civil Servants, my wellspring of value data
My civil Servants, my shield and my strength
On you, extreme fights are battled and won
My civil Servants, my productive labor force
My civil Servants, the reason that kept the season
Goodness! You remain the vault of the state
Samuel Saah Karimu, Jr.
ksamuelsaah@gmail.com