I want to take a stride With my own feet towards success But my corrupt mouth does not want to speak What I deem and how I feel deep inside me I don’t know if its fear or ignorance. My spiritual eyes encourage me to explore And engross the magic hidden in the world of thoughts But my controversial eyes can’t even see beyond my nose My right hand is craving to grip my dream tight But my left hand does not want to lend the help It seems less concerned! I know it hurts Because you take a slice Instead of a whole cake I know they call you a fake person and in return you hold a grudge for them But please consider their reasons Take a lesson from their perception and next time, Prove to them that you can be a better person. BY OBED SHYAKA
