Life has no tomorrow
We are all just fugitives
Caved in on one site
Humble we may be
We're captives on this
blood street
A place we call home
Is not a positive
Opportunity
For all we know is yesterday
A crime, something too
Sad to ever be replaced
We aren't obliged
To freedom
or to Literacy
Hate has come too
many times
And took away my dignity
Life has no tomorrow
But still it's never-ending
I ask myself
How can this be?
but I'm stuck in a mystery
Riots and suicide
An easy attempt to die
Crying and ssilence
The cruel way to realize
That this life we're living
Isn't really life at all
We are in the past
Experiencing time at it's
Slowest
Life is a dead end beat....
hey alec i told you people will love your poem the way i do.. :) :) love saane :)
I see you can observe the things that really happen at your arrounding, and to try to express it in poetry, is interesting! ! You might not have an idea of how difficult it is to land such a situation...and that's because you are a good poet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The voice is suggesting with the way things are going on in life haphazardly, if nothing is done to fix them life will have no bright future and there will be total chaos.