The Pretty-Ugly Poem by Micheal Olaniyi

life is not granted,
and death cannot be evaded,
like a poison on my lips,
people are running, with no place to go,
the heart of a human is evil,
he who know cannot tell,
and he who can, seeth not,
the rich knows they are lucky,
the poor are still hardworking,
whilst the dead stays low-key.

Much time has been wasted,
thinking we can solve the world problems,
tho' we're trying to be positive,
but they don't want us to live,
the world is revolving with no time to stop,
this is what am going through,
but i got my heads up, just like i promised you,
that my heart will go on.

There is only one wise man i knew,
who lived in the ghetto of human womb,
he seeth everything in human,
even though the place is dark,
he stood dumb,
till he was born,
and cry when forced to talk.
My friend,
cross your t's,
and dot your i's
remember the time,
even though life is beautiful,
behold, life is not granted.