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 (1)

 


Episode 1

Ceremonial wifiiiii😍😍
From distant coursemate
To close workmate
In between those were silent moment of fragile attraction
From a source unknown.

Gone were the days we struggled,
In disagreeing to agree
Missing those little fights 
Towards a common purpose,
Those nights of continuous deliberations,
Those moments of recurring planning.

Queen of my time 
Veep 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

(13/10/2021)


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