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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