"Stories We'll Tell Our Children"

We Walked a few paces,

Turned a few pages,

Recalled a few faces,

Wondering what game is life playing?

Is it soccer?

 been making few faces look like the joker,

And few fingers turned to a poker,

Our Generation!!

We were once filled with visions 

There has been countless veneration,

People loosing hope on people,

Brotherhood turning against brotherhood,

We started giving out more than we take in, we started giving out more blood than we take in,

The hood was real,

Until certain people lost its feel,

So, what stories do we tell our children?

That we had more confusions than visions,

That we had more backstabbing than real hugs?

That we had more hate than love?

That we had more vultures than doves?

And the man on the other end, decided to bend and dent Images,

Telling stories of scenes that never happened,

Making jest of skins he never saw,

So, he made jest of the girls,

He never drilled,

The lady on the other end,

Decided to grind another woman's husband,

Taking selfies, calling her self "the Chic"

How about the kick on our faces?

Trying to compare her life to that of an average lady,

What about the man on the other end? He was supposed to be his wife's man,

But he's here on this space, walking another man's pace..

    

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