Bolutife Asake

We are citizens of the street
Brought up in a way so strict
We are so restricted if our rights
Yet hungry and desperate
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Love, Joy and Peace
are the promises of her,
A friend in a piece
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Locked up in this cell
Nah, it's hell
No more can I hide
A feeling I can't compare to nothing
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I believe in life.
I console the life broken
I now am face to face with me
I am the force that makes you find you and lose you at the same time.
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Here we are amidst zillions who craved nothing
than living a life without fears of brutality and poverty
nor of desperation, anguish and enimity
Yet, we elect into offices
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Goodbyes are hurts
But painful are goodbyes which you say to the dead
Mourning while tears defile your face
Hurt. Pain. Dread
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Ghosting me without closure
Where did I go wrong?
No Idea
What then happened?
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On the sea of discontent
my ship my vessel of self and being
was tossed around ferociously
by the waves of hopelessness.
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