Best Poems Written by Henry Onyema

We Never Want To Be Bad, Yet We'Re

We dream very high to be wise
Though the globe is a dice
Mom ever wished to see us rise
Yet we’re unstable like the ice

Dad and Mom never want to see us sad
All the long for, is for us to make them proud
The smell hell, just to pull us from the crowd
After much we’re yet the ones that makes them go mad

We’re grazed to be like the saints
Spoilt the rod to see us get  off dark paths
Lol! And behold we ain’t holy pass 50 cents
Forming like we still follow the stars

We never want to be bad, yet we’re
Perhaps it wasn’t the plan to end here and there

Copyright © Henry Onyema | Year Posted 2020