ikhalfani solan Poems

On death row I ask what happen to me
This is not the way it was suppose be
So I drag my mind trying to recall
The life I had beyond these prison walls
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They say there are some place that aren't meant for me
And some things that I cannot be
They seem to think I came along for the ride
Yes, they believe that I have got no pride
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Its graduation day, yes
I am not concerned about that man
Whats his name, the guest speaker
All I can think about is the rhythm and the beat
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Now I drag my mind to recall a place I knew well
A place where the scent of fresh bake dough entwine
The stench of the sewage that flows untamed
A place where slums raft on rivers that caress the rich mountainside
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Thick foilage sprouted to obscure vision
And I fell deeply ravined
As dainty feet strolled along giddy path
Encaged in blissful beauty
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Its 3 am
All is quiet below distance multiple barks
And rhythmic breaths of baby
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In the end

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