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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UNSENT LETTERS (2)

 

Episode 2


To Francis I write,

Optimism,
Concealed in a being
Demonstrated by a young man
Reflected in all that came close.

From two opposing halls
To working together
A tale told by a perculiar community
Not believed by strangers
Yet happened in thy naked eyes.

Days of scribbling and typing;
The minutes, Letters, Memos, Reports etc
With your quill and parchment in apt standard,
To days of keeping the records of the secretarait secured,
Will and has not been forgotten.

Click here to read Episode 1

Secretary of my tenure
We served without fear nor favor! 
We stood by what is right in the interest of posterity.
We were never interested in rewards,
Because posterity, they say, 
Is the best reward.

One day, 
Just one day,
The true story will be told.

We'd be fine
E do aa, pray
For 
E get a why

Unsent Letters
- ink of De_Governor✍🏿
Melodies of the Quill
(14/10/2021)

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