Body shattered

beyond repair

kicked, battered

bypassers stared

Good Samaritan

no longer exists

fear spreading

guardian’s a myth

Waiting to intervene

hesitatation

ruptured spleen

devastation

For myself, no respect

stood crying

cause and effect

my soul’s dying

I pass by a street of broken lives
Of dreams not even dreamt
Of hands as dark as the night
Begging for a piece of bread

I pass by a man with a foot long beard
His teeth no longer complete
With his face of danger bypassers feared
And his hair as gray as the street

I pass by a woman who sits on the side
Her legs tired and her dignity gone
Her ******* consumed by a little child
Who has no idea of what's going on

I pass by a girl and a boy who play
Both so innocent as they enjoy
Not even hoping to go and runaway
But rather revelling themselves without a toy

I pass by happiness as well as sorrow
Through the sidewalk and across the road
I pass by hopes of having another tomorrow
And the hope of having one's own abode

'''Apocalypse'''
Awakening my soul has been one of the toughest tasks i tried lately.
I slumber in anger and awake to the same -the puzzle so hard to complete, for those with the pieces sit back in comfort of public denial.
I trust her but she aint to blame, for the young boy that became man kept his lies over her dream
Slowly eating her portions of growth, plundering all she saved for her children
The child i am has watched from toddler till of age
His promise is the vain in which my mother shades
He is the producer that hasnt consumed his lies
A good start as a dad and now a step father, with much worry of becoming a home monster
The cowards were tamed by mothers fortune forgetting we all heirs of her throne

Child, if you are there awake me once again
I aint asleep but sobing in tears
Soon licking the wounds of my mothers caretaker
There is no peace as lips face challenge of fear for guntalk
Mother mourns day in and out, siblings are falling victim of his tempting apples
Her beauty has been stripped to bypassers and my own elder brothers do so, the in borns turned to *******.

I tear to you fellow child for your hand in help
Come wash the pain and worry of mother
So tomorrow we can smile again, play alongside mother with joy of the abundance she gives
We are all called, we all chosen
#mymotherland
#herdsmanofprogress