Treasure Island

Funmilayo Adebimpe

(June 16,1989 / Ogun state)

The World We Know


Walking the street of reality
where hustle and tussle is the
order of da day
where disaster, was and corruption
rules our existence.

Walking the lane of hope
where young and sit to share
dreams and fulfillment
where justice is honoured
where light shine on the hopeless
where the blind walks without falling.

Lost in the park of time
where grasses are shining green and
the voiceless could speak
where nature sings and
the weak shoul with strength
The world we know is
the world I dreamed
The world I dream is
the world of peace

The world we know is
the world I see
A world of love.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, November 20, 2013

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