Hello Friends With Silver Spoon | Innocent Kwakwala

I speak the unspoken
Scribble non documented
Peruse nothing
And get surprised with something

Did I choose the victimized path?
On wrath with disabled chance?
Hence my tears splits like showers
Trailers of failures

In my mlaza made hat
I sit on the chair free mat
My beautiful torn mat
In a decorated 3cm deep holes around

Nobody is around for my rhetorics
Moving in poshy cars to schools
Failing to find value of x, y
Yet I find value of F.O.O.D

Think about me your fellow creature
You are failing lessons
Life slaped me, see my insecurities
But I learnt how to beat my melodies

I'm deprived but I hide in corners of circles
See my depilated habitat
Like that of a rat right?
I survive in homeostasis kind

It pains me
I don't have peace
But one day give me piece
Piece of the so called sausages

For my Lord I praise gives
I put you in my prayers
Put me in your prayers
Hello my friends

Poet's note: The poem is a story about a person who is poor and has capability to do things that the rich might fail to do. It is written in times of poverty and it written to the rich. A feeling of sadness has been expressed. This poem means being rich doesn't mean you are capable enough to do anything.