Faded Poem by Okello Baloyi

Faded

The world revolves, as they say!
While money only works for the rich
It feels like a count down
Only one way in the morning
The other way in the evening
The unrealistic future pathway
My people pay for having faith
While I drown with booze
My peers are catching diseases
And nobody cares
Until it happens to them

Friday, January 23, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: faith,money
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