I wrote this poem when I was in Secondary School (Opoku Ware School) for a reason I can't really remember but I think its a good time to hear it.
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Life is unfair
The world is unjust
Our dreams crumpled in the dust
Our faces sought with disgust
What can we do but fast??
Is it an element of nature??
That suffering and pain be our friend??
In the narrow gutters to end
I have a desire to grow
Even when the storm blows
How can our future glow??
When the mercies and forgiveness rarely flow??
No love to be shown
No shoulder to lean on
In the world of unfriendly faces
The strong are mightier
The weak are weaker
No supporting arm to hold
No warm hand to touch
In the realistic world of no smiles
Where injustice blows his horn in the streets
A warm embrace now a cold deceit
The horror of the dawn
Our fate is thus drawn
Our miseries born.
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What can we do but fast??
Is it an element of nature??
That suffering and pain be our friend??
In the narrow gutters to end
I have a desire to grow
Even when the storm blows
How can our future glow??
When the mercies and forgiveness rarely flow??
No love to be shown
No shoulder to lean on
In the world of unfriendly faces
The strong are mightier
The weak are weaker
No supporting arm to hold
No warm hand to touch
In the realistic world of no smiles
Where injustice blows his horn in the streets
A warm embrace now a cold deceit
The horror of the dawn
Our fate is thus drawn
Our miseries born.
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