In My City

In my city No one care to know your photograph They only noticed you as a mere human No one care to know the malaise on you They only notice you as fixed in vacuity In my city No one care to know what birthed your pottering They only sees it as No one care about your background They only know you are you In my city No one care to know how you assume your form They only think that is how you chose to stand No one care to know your psyche: innermost self They only see the sweetness wrapped in ur body In my city No one care to educate you on your mistakes They only expect you, not to repeat the same No one wanna rubberneck you gaining grounds & they merry in joy when you fall from grace In my city No body wants you soar They only want you crawl. No one care to teach you the best way to live on earth. They only notice you're a being full of evil acts. In my city No one care to rejoice with you, your victory They only dance to the beat of your downfall No one care to help your lacking brain They only know you're a dullard In my city No one care to assist the poor They only watch them die in penury No one care to see you smirk They only like seeing you in scowl mood In my city No one notice when you cease doing the right They only know when you exist no more. No one cares about others life, Die if you will, is what they always say. There is a big storm in my city And the end of it is all we bessech from the mighty God ©Muhammadnasir Aloba