Them Nice Things Poem by Michael .k. Ruffy

Them Nice Things



They always say the nice things
Them tell me to have nice dreams
But all I wanna do is run
Run from the dreams of the past
The dreaded past.

I remember them days
They say them gonna have fun
But instead them gonna find guns
Those of the gwans
The gwans on their streets
Them set rules are strict
No passing by
Otherwise you die.

Them mistaken brothers die
Them left behind always cry
Cry for those who lost their hearts
Their hunted hearts hurt.


They say
The hated hate the haters
The played play the players
The love for lust and leisure
Leisure for the lust to be loved.

If all this
Then why tell us all the nice things
Tell us to have the endless dreams
To put up with reminisce
The reminisce of the dreaded past.

These are the questions I ask
The unanswered dreaded task
But for the reasons why
They are incredible, why lie!
We have to close them eyes
To pray, to dream even to kiss
Because the wonderful things in life
Are unseen, but felt by the heart.

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Michael .k. Ruffy

Michael .k. Ruffy

Nakuru, Kenya
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