THE STREET LIFE

We are black naggers On the street full of beggars Life is hard, making most of us waggers Don’t forget most of us are twiggers So we hit the street, so our babies will feed A day sick, the household bleeds So we struggle with all kinds of breeds A few noble ones, the rest full of greed. At sunset, we rush home with our little vittle Though not enough, it's quite a mantle We would watch our babies guttle A sight that sometimes makes us tootle. We do this so our children won’t end up as street urchins Though sometimes we wished to be consumed in our sleep by griffins, Click here We will never give up, even in our pains For our children see us as paladins. By: Isaac Cobbinah Songs of Hope - Ink of De_Governor ✍🏿️ Melodies of the Heart
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LOCKED IN MY HAVEN


LOCKED IN MY HAVEN
(As written from a rich child POV)

Having been born into a wealthy family,
I had no idea what difficulty is.
I had everything from toy cars to guns to expensive bicycle to sophisticated gadgets I never knew how they came into existence, were all at my disposal.
Living in a huge mansion a stranger could get lost on their first visit, I also had my personal driver who drives me to school and back.

When sick, a doctor comes home,
When bored, other rich friends will come over for games,
When confused about my assignment, a teacher is always there,
When tired, I had a huge bed to lay my head on,
When I get sick of the mansion, we go out to national parks and sometimes shopping.
Sometimes I wonder if I ever came into contact with the sand I stand on when I visit the parks.
I was completely locked in my haven.
A haven built by the blood of my blood,
A haven people could only dream of,
A haven which I could say is a paradise on earth,
A haven of havens.

What I never knew was that, outside my haven were people living in blue depths, imperilment, insecurity, bandit territory, davy jones’ locker etc.
And the rhythms of their lives were characterized by indifference and violence, periods of abstract brooding and moments of hunger and anger – like water ebbing and flowing from a faraway invisible force.
They wander and wallow daily to subsist.
What binds and keep them moving is the very foundational element of the society – “Togetherness and hope for a better future”. They survive today and hope to live and fight another day.
 And these were the masses of the society.

They hope the rich will stretch their hands towards them so they could clinched onto but the rich had taken an entrenched position.
So they live like a strange plant blooming in the day and wilting at night, but the sun that made it bloom and the cold darkness that made it wilt will never be seen because they are locked up in their version of haven and until a helping hand appears to rescue them, they will forever be locked up in their havens. 
  
Thank you.


Written by: 
Isaac Cobbinah (De_Governor)

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