I was a model of a humble mother
My father thought me humility
"My son, run away!"
My mother told me.
"Do not sit,with the proud,son,
Rough they will make you
Careless you become
'I am sorry',you forget"
Father talked to  me.
My teachers were humble
"Do not be rushy,
Do not make rushy decisions!"
I Respect Mr KORIR GILBERT,
Wherever.
I came from humble Background's

Now I feel sorry
When I see you big friends,
Fighting over this expansive cite
Instead of making poetry grow
You spoil our moods
We laugh no more
We just hide anger
I hope this place isn't for such
Let's cool down
Let's not fight over here

Read my next poem!