Under The Code 254 Poem by JOS POETRY (Josepoet)

UNDER THE CODE 254

I got no much about the code
But have lived twenty-two years to sing the words
My voice isn't loud to make the cry
But I guess my pen is filled with ink to shade tears
Never judge the book by its cover; take that into note
The one you thinks is full of best; showers with worse
The only thing you can only thing is how to say goodbye
Because of the untrained change of gears

254 the flight I'm flying with
The pilot smiles while flying into the storm
Passengers are laughing yet perishing slowly
Flight where everyone tends to be deaf and blind
254 the code I'm trying to blend in
Own land but never felt like home
Day after day life changing to its worst slowly
Right is always turned to take the bend

The code 254 where the living cost sits on top of income
The code 254 where you study to tarmac the rest of your life
The code 254 where you elect the wolves to feed on you
The code 254 where the main invention is heist tactics
The code 254 where the support is for the able hands
The code 254 where the shade of tears and loud cries are the units of life
The code 254 where hard work generates pain
The code 254 where lies are the air; we breath day after day

By Josepoet
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