GHETTO TEMPO

GHETTO TEMPO

Days of hunger
are not much of banter.
At night, no shelter,
look at hope in shatter.
The length of the street
is the home so sweet.
All just to remain alive,
any life, just live.
There is an option, the strength
careless of the length
anything is stretched to a simple end
like living to see an actual end.
Everything is in need of mend.

What a life?
Is it a life?
Or what it lived?
Do not mention what to wear,
thats in another war.
At the mention of a basic item,
you just called on a gem.
For the present time of past inhabitants,
it shall all be right on the night.
Survival is just being a tyrant,
light is almost inevitable
at the end of the tunnel.

Hard things done in the hard way,
one day, someday
the hard way shall become the way
as against what it used to be.
There would be rain outside and warmth in.
There would be scorching sun and cool sleep.
Looking through the sky at night,
making it and breaking it.

DAUDA ONAWOLA
IG d.phinix
@onawolaDAUDA