The World Full of Empty Promises

The wing of my thought is mountains of disappointments in my skull. The birds clipped their wings descending to heaven. The boulevard to my house is full of thorny grave killing my feet. The heart earthquakes every moment I think the fear of failure in my garden gate. The smile cloud of darkness black memories fighting for freedom colonizes my mind. All friends ruined in their memories hijacked and hacked to death with singsong of caricatures protracted idle talk calling for political changes. Over thousands years under the shadow of death pelting lit lamp to serve my community. I hunt happiness to feed my burning soul, and calling hustlers on the streets. I condoned war to establish peace, I ignore poverty to stay focus and glorify the Almighty Allah. Which my community never realized, systematically I dashed an argument to beat sadness in my rivers of thinking. The night descends and yearning for powers to fly miles from home, the thunder roars all night People thinking fly the entire night like kite on storming day, the rain keeps pouring down to shape the world and all night we juxtaposed. The earth oozes musky smell which reminds me of about abandoned child in my community. The left becomes the right the night becomes the day, they crucified the truth with falsehood. he women lost their pride for digging gold on the streets of our community to make end meet on the face of political warfare. The flowers no longer impressing to the eyes of the world, and death rains in to cleanse the sins man committed on the lands. So that they will be learn to prepare for the arrival of the unknown.