Stumbling down an empty street everyday
He learns to survive
From a district where survival was art
Hopes and dreams shattered
With the black clouds covering the sky
With heavy sulphuric air blowing making people die
He did what he had to, to stay alive
He steal, he lies
He did what he had to, or else he dies
Looking at his reflection on the mirror
He sees the face of a child running in fear
People ignoring him
For they are too caught up with money and greed
But he kept three words in mind
NEVER ACCEPT DEFEAT!
For if you do, you die on the street
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Wonderful Poem mate 🙂 Resounding message. Thanks for checking out my poem 😀
It was a pleasure :). Thank you!
Survival…I tell you…Great poem!!
Yeah mate :). Thank you!
Very cool
Thanks mate.:)
Great, sound, well expressed poem!
Thank you Nina. Appreciate!
Raw! (that’s a compliment 🙂 )
Thank you Angela 🙂
Well explained. thanks for checking out my blog 🙂
It was a pleasure. Thanks for stopping by too :). Appreciate
Wonderful provocative effects this piece visualized. Keep writing.