FROM MY ATTIC

 

from my attic I see it all 

the way human has built its wall 

reeking of nauseating foul smell

hatred is genuine, I can tell 

tell me it’s a dream, so I can dwell 

I see hope dashed and promises failed 

genuine love told like a tale 

thorny hand used in patting a back 

beautiful skin but laced with marks 

runaway pilferer leaving no tracks 

from my attic I see it all 

the whole world shaking to fall 

human don’t deserve this breathe 

all we are keen about is wealth 

no one cares even if humanity melts 

brothers maiming others for luxury 

faked humility only seen in abject penury 

the love we share is optional 

genuine hugs are conditional 

kisses are corrosive and not medicinal 

from my attic I hid 

every events is like live feed 

the real world has long been over 

what’s left is just a roll-over 

we are all in a huge hangover 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

6:53am

1 June 2026