The clock ticks pass midnight,
The black roast coffee gets cold,
The heat from the cup slowly slides away,
The eyes twitches going through the feed,
The mind throws away these feelings, emotions, these thoughts of what the world is,
I sit up straight and goes straight to the head,
I'm awake throughout my soul is asleep,
I observe from afar,
For what humans are.
Trillions of people living upon this sphere globe,
One mistake brings the world down on it's toes,
Shivering and hungry people sidewalk asking begging to be feed,
As we waste the food that we eat,
Beggars searching scraps to reclaim a dime,
To search the pleasure in a plate of rice,
But we throw away the shit we think we don't deserve,
And not even thinking to give it out to the poor.
We are selfish yet foolish people,
We are spoiled by the wealth of the dunya we stay,
Once god takes it away,
Don't come asking begging sidewalk like the beggars you once shit,
"A waste to society, you should work to gain" "you bring the foul to the streets you don't belong to stay where you sit"
The wheel will always spin,
It isn't measured by time nor speed,
It's measured on the deeds you did when you were in your top,
And how much you helped yourself to spin back when you were in your bottom,
Never let life gets you down,
Because the wheel will always goes around.
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POETRY
PoetryVarious of poems crafted by me and other poets with me for various of occasion. Sometimes we don't know how to express, "let my words become your sentences to express those thoughts"
