Ghetto Story
The fame of glory,
They told me,
Our old father's story,
We were told we are holy,
Living the same life,
We are living stingy,
In penury we are happy,
What a pity!!!
Dirty gifts becomes an embraced thing,
Poverty reigns,
Injustice a king we behold,
Scolded truth in tune,
We were fooled,
That's the only way out,
Dishonesty the rule,
A way of life,
To a sound of their mind.
Copyright © Timilehin Obisakin | Year Posted 2012
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