The Language, Of A Swift Cockroach Please Read Poem by Noorie Ali

Came out -
He spouts, spitting with his illiterate letters
He clout with the tongues that bruised and battered
Then, allied his subject to the pitiful matters
He related to the expressions of a cliché
A line to sooth ones fray, stating:
Writing rhyming riddles burning up syllables like
Colorful ‘skittles, the sky blue, the sun kissing yellow, to the evil reds
They whimper and bellow
Whining like cats they cry
Disputing, about the petty scribe
They wonder why?
Not knowing the real issue of tragedy. one child down -
It’s a heart, aching calamity.
Those that kill for a poxy dime
Running towards the roads of crime, not wondering, wonders of devastated life.
When all they can do is get high and turn into tripe (trash)
All for the joys of hype,
Blowing on some next mans pipe. (smoking)
It’s all a mess, leaving without goodbyes
taking a mother’s distressed mind, all for a ‘bow to impress the friend stood behind'
When It’s all just a front to Scram (run off)