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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Line 10 got me
ReplyDeleteGot a similar line in my piece.
*with your usual grandiose smile that can even awake the dead*
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Waow🤩.....let me have a read when it's published.
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This is a well structured sonnet. Shakespeare junior. More energy.
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DeleteMore vim, continue the good work
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DeleteA very organized piece I must say, keep it up De_Governor✊🏾
ReplyDeleteJust fantastic 😘 More fire snr 🔥
ReplyDeleteThis is a confirmation that, Ghana will soon have the William Shakespeare of our time😃
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