My Home Town Poem by Moxie De Lucky

Welcome to my home town
The Pure green and virgin city
Walk across the alley and meet my family
Welcome to the real life odeon
Where nationalist become a felon
And there is bridge between lawman and education
I said its about my green lovely city
Where persuaders die in their early
But not too soon like tomb diggers
There are graves on every grave
I insist this is my cradle and my destine
The black is no longer representing nobility
Only the green accelerate life probability
And deep inside our bossom behold the dark hearts
Our eyes see no salvation but threats and intimidations
And we die hundred times inside our hearts
While our brains are handcuffed
The stranger won't learn this alone
Neither do ourselves learn before our miseries
After all this is where i was born
And where parents and their parents were born
Beneath the street rocks lay the bones of my ancestors
And so shall mine when i'm gone
We are both subjected and entitled under the will papers
We are suppose to have equal reaping chances
But only few parrots rule among ourselves
With abundant supply of breads and grains
They ignore all the ancient blood streams
The blood that washed out curses
The same blood that will carry it back to our veins
With all respects, welcome to my home town.