City In a Low Grade
It takes the execution of a long journey
to get the taste of a properly refined honey.
Development is slow carrying a bad odour
modernization is persecuted with a huge censor.
Low in ranking, depressing in status
a satisfactory hub for any mental fetus.
Admiring from afar, the beauty of another
sheltering the sustenance of a grown mother.
Whatever can be said, it’s still a city
but one where violence has much publicity.
Poverty survives as a member of most families
staying atop to control their destinies.
Showcasing signs from a healthy finger
yet, maturity and growth still greatly linger.
But a sense of brotherhood always appear
loneliness and depression causing no fear.
While a big brother shows a face so grim
happy is the countenance, surprising to him.
Rugged and thriving, the street is you
stars may be born but to its identity, nothing they can do.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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