In-between the babel of a troubled soul
In abeyance, the thought of neglection arose
The blood boiled, the body cooked
The figure fell in flat command
The jurist justified themselves unjust
multitude babbled, the wise bundled
Oko-Oloko dun Pokete
Prita Iyalaaje, Aloo apaamo
The world, the storyteller
No baccalaureate for success
Potentials would have been seen
We fear no test or challenges
Drive not us like cabby
We own our world, we rule our world
in pain of the real, you laugh
Children will clap it in moonlight story
Our mouth will be open in laughter in your tears
The world will read the reality
Painting life like it has no remaining
Hope traded for bread, hunger present
Faith traded for cloth, nakedness covered
Sleeping-waking, friction projected
They laughed our wacky life.
I am honored to extend my personal creations each lovers of articles and thoughts and love letters that pin up my blog, which I will start publishing the establishment of God's creations that I typed.
Author: Omar Hachmi
Age: 17 years
City: Rachidia (Morocco)
Level mode: the final year of the baccalaureate
Author : Omar Hachmi