Flow
roll away
gone astray
wont be back
but didnt even pack.
Dont let me stay
its just not this day
dont worry
its not glory
but pride serving as a
bribe.
Even my tribe
which i subscribe
feels its a crime
to subscribe
to pain to anger and to
hate.
Its not more than a
debate.
Which everyone ceases to
mention.
But it exits
not easy to admit.
But its there
and it can be seen with
one glare.
Life is not fair
but you choose to make
it anything you
prefare.
Copyright © Frederick Lokko | Year Posted 2012
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