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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THE LAST PERIL


I have travelled far and near
what I have seen is far more than I have heard.


Indeed,
One cannot sit at a place and judge.
For passing a biased comment
Makes you a bad judge.

Many are the obstacles we face in a particular predicament.
We therefore have to make a decision to bring enhancement.

An enhancement that leads to a brighter future;
A future, we cannot allow to be fed on by vultures.

In the quest for better life,
Many are the threat to lives.

One may encounter death,
But God always makes us drift.

A hunter may face a deer,
But the deer can be crushed by a bear.

One may lose a property,
But do not lose your authority.

A child may be trolled,
But shouldn’t be allowed to thrown out.

There may be a menace,
But in every menace, there is a chance
To make life enhance.

You may lose your daily bread,
But don’t intentionally lose your breath.

Things may look bleak,
But do not bleed.

Entirety , the last peril is
“Losing the love for yourself”
For things end when you do not love yourself again.


Thank you.




Written By:
Isaac Cobbinah(De_Governor)


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