Its Not An Option
ITS NOT AN OPTION
They sleep with their eyes open
Doing the s demanding for his grace
Wake up in the morning counting
the millions in their head not yet at hand
Without their desires coiling into shells unbroken
They benefit from the lies of Dagon
Making merry on the clutch of deceit
Eating the fresh meat of lockdown
Filling the table of celebration with lots of receipt
They throw up currencies
Like papers and pamphlet
With rocking damsels ready to flirt
In a haste to surf through that endless hole
They never give a thought about rejoicing in woo
Now guys on the streets with dreadlocks of disgrace
Sobbing bitterly in thousand talents unspoken
In raised limbs they cry with no ransom
‘God no go shame us’
A word to console their weary ass
This is not a condemnation
The hustle is just tight
Everybody wants a coronation
With no one ready to pay the tithe
Running the street,
Was an only option for them
As studying pays no cash but vision
All they wanted was to dwell in the Lion’s den
Making a lot out of fools with no mission
Street games a hard one to play with no cards
Even the cardless ones wants to checkup
Street wolves everywhere devouring the ATM Cards
It is not an easy race to run, I pray they just look-up
Copyright © Ann Yeeka | Year Posted 2020
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