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
Copyright © Muhammadnasir Aloba | Year Posted 2018
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