HOPELESS
We are children of no precise settlement,
where the rays of the sun are turbulent.
We are from where the moon shies its light,
where the rain is very wild.
The earth is our bed
on which we lie with so much unrest.
Fear rumbles deep in our heads,
what may become of us tomorrow, we cannot tell.
Where on earth is our share?
We are children of no mean settlement.
Our homes are made of mud
on which the rain pours until it's satisfied.
Countless are days when our eyes get soaked
with tears gathered on the thoughts of no tomorrow.
When the skies grimace on us like we're not of this world,
and the angry thunderstorm threaten to bring down our homes of mud.
We sit by the trees to see how the breeze
make their leaves dance forcefully to its tune with speed.
This, a replica of the storm that has befallen our souls,
today we see, tomorrow we await with dying hope.
The leafless trees, our brothers.
For like them, we're tattered!
Should destiny remain unfolded,
our hearts would forever be scolded.
Pains will no longer suffer us, I fear
nor will fears cause to our eyes, a tear.
Our eyes will soon match the grimace of the sky
as the true children of where the sun doesn't shine!
© Aj Maverick
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am3mm10@ptsolest
Very nice. Try correct the following errors:
S1L2: 'Where the rays of the sun is turbulent'
S1L3: 'We are from where the moon shies his light'
Thank you sir.. I'll look into it
am3mm10@ptsolest