Asuu, My Pain Poem by Asoegwu Snaga

Few more weeks to xmas,
I still walk this dull streets,
Unattended, unnoticed
anymore,
I now share xteristics with
a street boy, To a dropout, a little
difference i have left.
ASUU/GOVERNORS need to
stop this strike now. The street game i once
dreaded,
I now play like a
producer; a game writer.
The street kid inside me
that i once subdued, Powerless, i am to
presently.
Is it meant to be this way? ,
Or is nemesis a step away? .
Though, i don't have the
worst record, But the stench follows like a
shadow.
Is this my sin? , or my
curse? .
I definately need
atonement, or atleast R.Jordan immersion.
ASUU/GOVERNORS need to
stop this strike now. Mr reverend; the ordained,
says its misinterpretation,
My little mind playing games
with me,
But case Adam & Eve,
remains a look alike, Same little finger getting
and spreading oil on others,
Is history being re-
written? .
I know this is psycho
thinking, Only wish i could stop.
ASUU/GOVERNORS need to
stop this strike. This four walls of my
room, have turned to be my
friend,
Thank God, to only me they
talk to,
Cos what i've said, Third parties shouldn't be
involved.
Four months of the same
routine,
The useless, lonely, jobless
everyday life. This is really driving me
fast,
200km/hr, straight to the
psychiatry ward,
Now is the time,
I need a messiah, A sinner's Jesus. I used to be strong,
But this walls that i built are
fast falling,
God, i need Dangote
reinforcements.
ASUU/GOVERNORS need to end this strike now, or
worse, i might get. Am off facebook, my bed i
head towards,
'Mr Dream', my new
faithful friend, am off to
see.