Louder For The People At The Back Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

Hallowed be thy praises as the envy for your lifestyle by others grow
From the podium we call social media your ego is highly lifted up
You crave for likes and follows and reposts and all that resembles adoration
"Blessed with bae or time for vacation" reads your captions
Or better yet shopping at the mall, ribs and chicken thighs and the Gucci store bags

You show the world all these happy moments your followers adore
Living the life from the outside but on the inside you crumble bit by bit
Luxury, comfort, goals and dreams you live it all on the pages and rub it on their faces
The pictures, captions and filters shout yet louder for the people at the back
Those not on your lane and level deserve to bow and spread the timeline with likes

All falls down and the cement on your podium comes crumbling down one day
Those at the back row will pass by hastily with chuckles at the glimpse of your fall
Use your pitch a little better sensitive with words for the people at the back-row
You may need a hand or a pat on your back when wind blows turmoil in your little castle
Maybe then the lines to these lanes will be re-drawn with a new paint

A little less depth with the filters for the people at the back
Maybe you should stop yelling because we can still hear you from the back here
Lanes to broadcast, attention to salvage and a back row to alienate yourself from
A better pitch with a little more depth and eyes fixated on their reception
From the back row some will hear you but most are not listening