My Friend
MY FRIEND
I know I should love her style
Even if in mud she can't flee
I see her from a mile
And she seems ready to welcome me
On her breasts we leap
Both the sinners and the saints free
And in her chest I will always sleep
We collide with killers
Of the future pillars
We live without orders
Criminals negotiate with leaders
And just like that
Justice is never brought to the owners
She listens to the loud voices when they arise
Screaming and shouting
That things are on the rise
But the income is static
I see the tears in her eyes
While she tries to fix the situation as she cries
For our sake
But we defy her the chance take
Because we live in the dark
Where people do what they fake
Anytime they want to attack
Men are out with dawn
And back with dusk
But nothing seems to be drawn
They depart with nothing
And return with nothing
Yet their 'Mrs.' expect something
Mbabazi Stellah
Copyright © Mbabazi Stellah | Year Posted 2022
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