Tomiwa Simon Poet Alliteration

Babilonia

I was born in Babylon
Everyday I want to be alone
I prayed not to get low
Everyday Babylon claim more soul
I just have to go, seek for more show
I grow with no shoes under my foots
Ganger is my food, 
Mosquitoes sing the reggae allover my room 
Webs block my views, killing my crews
What can I do to survive when am buzz

Where is that place to get crazy?
That place you cannot erase,
That camp with more space,
Where you don’t have to get late
That place where you just want to be free from
“Babylon” Babylon” Babylon…I want to be free


If there is a question, it should be about relation
My action will generate your reaction
Is substitution the way to be free from Babylon?
The game is always ON, grow horns like Capricorn
Cut the vegetables; let’s be able to be stable

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Beata Agustin July 10, 2024 at 10:33 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A February 16, 2016 at 1:31 PM Tomiwa, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA

Skat A December 1, 2015 at 1:51 PM Tomiwa, Enjoyed reading your poem today. ~SKAT~

Carol Sunshine Brown February 16, 2012 at 8:08 AM I am stopping back today to see if you have continued to write and post new poetry Tomiwa. I hope that you will continue with your writing. You have taken the first step~ ~to write and share. When you feel the need for inspiration read some of the other poetry here at PoetrySoup. It will help you. Love, Carol

Marcia Morris February 11, 2012 at 11:05 PM wow, this sounds like a song. Nice piece. I feel your write. "Where is that place to get crazy?"power line for me.