A Southern Voice From a Northern City
A Southern voice,
From a Northern city,
Life is harsh,
There is no pity
You beg
You crawl...
You cry your way out...
No one would come to your safety,
No one would dare,
It is all grey selfish...and blur
No shoulder to lean on..
To tell your story and mourn,
It is all a cruel world,
It is all...an enmity.
You 're alone,
But not on your own,
Thousands like you are calling,
There are thousands like you who are struggling,
In this worldly life,
In this double-faced doll,
Good and evil, Ugly and pretty.
Copyright © Abder Derradji | Year Posted 2015
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