A Twisted Life Poem by Abubakar Mohammed Musa

Like a head of rake my life is,
Harmony and love I never kiss,
Hill is smaller than mountain,
But Lord is my fully Fountain,
Born as rich but die as poor,
Twisted life turned me a poor,
Friday comes, Friday goes,
Gusto comes, gusto goes.

Into the clouds the thought goes,
In the mundane thought it grows,
Halcyon resembles peace,
Future zeal will rest in peace,
Ambition fades and gets shunned,
Emotions twisted and get shunned,
Hope is dumped injustice grows,
Innocent is detained culprit goes,
Friday comes, Friday goes,
Night comes, night goes,
It's all about twisted life.