Poems left unread,
Like doors never opened
Hateful hearts never saw their best
For their egos, they never suit
Down the road of excellency,
Every heart and thought wander for the throne
No tails but heads
No wonder why the journey is broken
Fame is a grave where may souls get buried
In it, said words aren't meant oftenly
Those who so say, were declared onionated
Yet, their words carried truth
Nothing is new under the sun
We just let the devil to have its fun
Soon, we have to make it run
And it won't matter whether it would be carrying a gun
Nepotists are gathered in the buffet
Children of rawness are denied a chow
But the prophecy is long revealed
Whoever Jah blesses, none can curse
Diamonds thrown into the mud
But the glitter remain bold
Scared, are egos of fiends
Jealousy is for the inhumane
How do you hate the rare breed
Even when you know you don't match their DNA?
Scripts left unread,
Graves of sonnets are never closed
For, it's a race of no readers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem