We Shall Meet On These Streets Again Poem by Kareem Azeez

While some of us couldn't match the facade
Of luxurious parents,
While we hustle and struggle for greener days
Inexperience joining our tussle, and a rumble bubbling our hassle, begging Wennofer, that we I have come before them, the African god of life.
- I tell you, friends,
At long last, on these streets, we shall meet again

Many seem ahead,
Some of us are behind the navel,
In the carnival of souls, we 'ere and twilight ago
Like on-iver, sashaying into forever ago,
Whether the sun shines on my day or not;
The clouds holds many of my children
You and I on these streets, that brims of struggles,
We shall meet once more

To be or not to be
Running circles in the eternal race of spending
Into the eternal damnation of penury
To the beggar with no better life
To the middle man, from hand to mouth
To the one with a lavish world, and me the one
Who pens all that is seen and shall be seen
But shall never be able to tell!
We shall meet on these streets when the time come

To tell of all we earn
To say all that we deserve, and undeserved
To narrate the ordeals of forceful collection
Of what is mine or not,
- seeking forgiveness for the crimes I committed
Together with saints, if there is
Together with the usual prospects -that we think
Together with the intercessors that we were told,

On these streets of public narration
We shall all meet, to tell the world our story.
Like Ulysses may my story remain a century.