I Know Some People
I Know Some People
Through thick forest they always move
Amidst busy market they always stay
Ever busy streets they always trod
They don’t move alone
But always with a glittering glitter
Every blessed day they feel pleasure
But because of sympathy they are not happy
Even though they ought to be happy
They walk through town and gown
Just because they must impact
Mother of life is what they are
Mother of multitude is what they are
Mother of generations is what they are
Mother of impartation is what they are
They walk through dark and dead because of kids
They kiss mucus so that there kid would not kick bucket
They recollect and correct
So as to rebrand and repack
These people are the ones you kept awake with your cries
They are the ones you denied sleep just because you must snore
They are the mother of handsome kings and pretty queens
Copyright © Jimoh Hammed | Year Posted 2014
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