Poem: THE GHETTO COLLEGE

Poem: THE GHETTO COLLEGE

I closed my eyes flipping through the album on my mind, how did I get here?

What a man seeks they say he gets so did I ever ask of stone instead of meat?

Did I submit any application to the ministry of suffering?

How can one concentrate with all these noise coming from the stomach?

Tell me how to mind my business when I have none?

How do I behave like a good boy when I have never seen one?

Am meant to love my neighbor as myself, but who will love this me?

Even the smokes from these boys won’t let me look up to God clearly

In life everyday all we do is learn, when is the exam coming

Nothing has ever been easy, both living and dying

 

The government pretends to care, but deep down they know they are lying

Every wealthy man claims to pass out from the ghetto

But nobody returns for a post graduates or master degrees?

How have we been coping, with only respect in our pockets no money?

Like every school you would miss the life there only when you’re gone

But I have stayed too long here, since I was born

 

I have watched a lot leave and some have come even without an intercourse

Fela and Bob Marley were known for weeds but they fought a good course

Mandela and Martin Luther were dark in skin but purest in heart

Jesus was born in a manger but finally he fed a five thousand

Goodluck Jonathan had no shoes but he ruled the most populous nation

Barrack Obama, a black African sat at white house

Though I want to leave this ghetto college I beg to be remembered just for good

 

By Kendrick Aziz Christian

FACEBOOK: Kendrick Poems, EMAIL: kendrickpoems@gmail.com

 

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