World In My Head

World In My Head prose poem

Uploaded by Akadri Kareem

It is idealism to think that
life will always be as sweet as honey
When a man always
think about pretty things
in this crazy world
he will always fall
as a victim of sadness
because you will not always
get what you want
but to accept what you have seen
It is true that imagination brings
inspiration but imagination without
hard work & facing the reality of life
Is like a man eating without stomach
It is true, we fought for equality
But has man’s race been equal?
It is not a crime to be black or white
Many believe we got our independence
What is Independence?
When you cannot make a decision
without the influence of the master
They give you the price of your resources
The hand and leg has been cut off before
We live under the slavery of the independent
Minority laugh while majority cry
And you feel this is a pretty world
Let’s face the reality, Life is not pretty but ugly.

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A young and energetic poet who is fortunately from Nigeria . Working and studying political science at IIMTS afflicted to Mahatma Gandhi University . I have vowed to speak for the masses and inspire the young people who are the future of our beloved nation .
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Nice poem. Keep on writing.


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