Call Me The Educated Man

Call Me The Educated Man short poem

Call Me The Educated Man short poemUploaded by Gee Cee


Let me be an educated man,
With my suit and tie,
As I feel my belly with a lie,
Hiding the hollow space with a dashing smile,

For I fall not into the trap,
My life is all if not a map,
I’m awake the rest so deep a nap,
Tonight at least put out a clap,

Come at least stare on their misery,
Their suffering is now the usual bicker,

Their escape is just better stupidity,
Their solace is a den of thieves,
Their house of glass is close to a Throwing cult,
Their castle of sand was raised on a shore,

I feel pain for the uneducated one,
The one sleeping in the Devil’s Inn,
Time is short to face his sin,
For here comes the Heaven’s Kin.

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I am a young writer from Africa (Tanzania) who wishes to go abroad and hope his writing will make him fly.
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