OUR HABITAT

 

the most beautiful place that harbors wickedness of human

a world turned to terror, pieces and war 

Insane animals calling the shots 

to snuff a soul becomes a hobby 

cries of the downtrodden becomes acapella

innocent skulls used to mark territories 

fragile hands wields weapons 

Somalian children breathing and sleeping on gun powders 

leaders settling grudges with bloodshed 

fathers selling their offsprings just to feed

pregnant women wishing they had closed their legs

carrying a baby and dragging a bag at the same time won’t make fleeing faster 

sleeping at night with one eye opened 

clutching unto clubs for fear of defense

hating the darkness for fear of been lynched 

praying to see the next day because of light 

Corpses litter the whole street like decorations 

no one buries anybody cause there’s no time 

everyone processing how to survive that day 

the next day will take care of itself if you’re alive to witness it 

nowhere to run, no place to hide 

when will peace come, government will decide 

we’ve lost too many loved ones, no time to cry

show no weakness unless you want to die 

a world of pain, terror and anguish 

a habitat of insanity, cruelty and animality 

no mortal, no one is promised tomorrow 

tomorrow never comes, tomorrow is a mirage 

@talk2leigh

11:43am

25 Aug 2022