A Vain World Poem by Andesikuteb yamusa

When they won't look towards you,
Cos you don't own a name
You don't own a house.
What a vain world,
A terrible place.

A strange house that is too blind to see that which is in,
Terribly shortsighted.
A ground that only embraces you
After all has been done.

Click, click and Clark the camera shouts,
Praise, praise and praises goes out of there lips
He has always been great,
He is great they shout.

Terrible my brother,
Unhealthy is a world that is not interested in helping you grow,
Caring for you only after you have won the battle.