A Country We Own Not

Just trying to live up to a dream 
I have got many problems at hand 
To handle if I shall keep safe the home 
May be with many absent loyal people  around

The scary tale I can not tell
Gets me going to no where 
Than been put through hell
The best I can have as a nightmare 

What if there are no enemies 
Of all logics buried into my head 
Hints to hunt my precious atrocities 
In deal of fair play getting all fed 

Trying to fight for a prophecy 
Getting into the book 
I am not sure its skin won't be destroyed to hook
And hit the state of its being- a fallacy 

Where no going back is a sin 
And a trust is disrespectful to the snitch 
Looking up beyond having faith so thin 
Bringing justice to play games of the motherer  

Who needs someone to lie to 
As to get his aim global 
To see his real self through unblooded you 
Of many unrecognizable marks that are tribal 

Like tattoo designed for a deadly  trip
Known only to the leader of the group 
And a lie above others level to grip  
Let alone have the right clue to a save route cum coup 

Traveling far his honor beyond reach 
To end his own world while looking for a good life 
Trying to listen makes him have no speech 
I know many guys still gonna see your corpse and laugh 

Tell me if you like it 
When all the s you crazy for 
See you against the best fit 
Hiding you forever between sores 

And you wander like a kite 
Dancing unto breeze dictate 
Pretending the holder's logic's control is uptight 
Till it get lost watching the wait... 

R. I. P... Tolu
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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