Tosses 1
Tosses,
started to count and losses,
not in tens,but in grosses,
tossed like a peeble,
Hunger, has made me a rebel,
When people,look at my face they tremble,
Tosses from the economy,
With all the on & off dicotomy
all the wahala and palava is raining down on me,
I have to face the reality
Use my self ability,
To overcome every uncertainty,
Tossed like a coin in a football match,
Look! my children their clothes in a patch,
No money,Jesus,but my roof needs a thatch,
Onlyyou can help me with no strings attached.
da poet
21/1/2011.
Copyright © Ayo Okpaku | Year Posted 2011
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