TEARS OF THE NIB...

Cold death!
A stopped breath!
What could have been a joyful birth, is now a disgusting dirt;
The foetus is killed before it ever knew it was living;
Yet, this girls go about with their lustful nature in miniskirt;
They were asked to learn or work and be relevant not flirt;
I couldn't blame some, cos they lacked proper upbringing or decided to follow their peers;
some are victims of rape and for some they were inspired by models that are promiscuous;
Others are only been deceived by their rapid growth, deceitful precocious!
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As I move on the road in the meadows of yellow buses;
Seeing aged men and women seated under the radiant smiling sun;
Living a life for surviving the next hour, not for next year like ours;
Faith teaches begging ain't encouraged but the giving hand is better than the receiving one;
Their children moving from vehicles to another like men in black asking for money;
My blood gets coollldddd for this calamity;
These children have a bright future!
Who is ready to help them paint the right picture
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When a leader says "stealing is no corruption";
Some can claim "corruption is no crime";
Then others could say crime means not sin;
And some will say "sins needs no repentance" cos its destiny!
Hiding under the abyss of self desire just to get what ever we require before we retire;
The skies morn over our pathetic folly!
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My nib cries with its ink;
It has no hand to wipe and it dries leaving men with its imprint to rethink;
Taking us to elevation not where we could fall like the mountains brink;
Me, you and them can reposition everything by being the right foundation bricks!

©BALOGUN IDOWU ISMAHEEL
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