A POEM (COULDN'T GIVE A NAME)
With pocket full of dreams
And a rusty hand of brass
I wanted a life of gold
A consolation for my predicament
An evidence of hard labour
Little did I know life is a rent
I got what I could afford
A sentence to the cozy swine
Moist with splendor and dungs
And a deteriorating hand of shame
Poverty bulked around my neck like a tie
As I settle for more dirt than crumbles
I could still afford my dreams
The only thing sweeter than dirt
Homeless not hopeless was a poem I read
Education isn't gold after all
All it gave was hope
One I couldn't reconcile with...
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Really nice piece man. Thank you for joining Steemit Poets United Community. God Bless You Peace and Love.
Some of the imagery you included in this piece @akinboyewa was quite striking, i.e.:
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I always struggle with the fact that we live in a time in history where we, as humans, have put a cost to life, a cost to food, a cost to home. Such a horrible fate to condemn many to who have no way of escaping.
Yes, a thoughtful poem here with a message, good sir, thank you for sharing.