Lonely in the ghettoes of life

By Atok Dan

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My eyes could hardly miss seeing stars at midday,

In the ghettoes lived by desperate souls

The ghettoes depicted by life

Yet souls still flourish

Never mind we are in

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In the lonely ghettoes, life could still blossom in the bud

With flowers of love and hope, a festival valentine

Though shall few love the exact mindboggling

All bound by stage of events in the premise

The desperate environment of now

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And I shall leave the rest for self-corrective nature

Is when lonely in the ghettoes of………..

Stars dim in broad day light,

Flowers begin to wither

Dying of desperation,

Gardeners lament too

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And again in the lonely ghettoes of jaunt

Quite impressive that few could dare

To evaluate the sex of………

Its offspring to come,

Faring well with suffering,

I shall labour like a slave,

And eats like a king

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In the lonely ghettoes of life,

The lice, the shirt and short,

In the hair on my head….

All are friends of time,

I shall part time with them

When soap, razorblade,

Are all invented,

No longer in squalid,

Peace came

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