The Rotten Peak Poem by Yiro Abari High

I stand here
And look over there
My reward, at the top of a hill
It‘s mine if I do the drill
The drill is climbing the hill
Spiky and thorny is the climb
But I've got guts, will and time!

I crave the reward
My repast I must afford
My guts must be in peace
My health must feel the breeze
A teacher knocks my gate?
It's a game I love to hate
His dues I, sure, must pay
Never late a single day

I reach the top
But dashed is my hope
Stolen is my recompense
Forgotten is the law of commonsense
Hopelessness is endless
My sanity gets less
Insanity flows into streets
Rhythm in the streets is lost

The district cries and cries
The will at the peak fails to rise
A heart that's always numb
A soul that's deaf and dumb
Caring less
Of what goes at the base:
The cries, the pains and the deaths

The land loses its joy