Poor Inheritance
Boulevards of light
With only exotic cars
Mountain buildings by east
All is classic around me
Watching and walking Gradually
Pleasure with emotion i am
Thousand kilometers i walk unknow
My brain is rich with what i see
Eyes begin to close
Imagine begins
My vision is bright
I wish to live on the street
The broken liquid run across my face
When i opened my eyes
The red shirt
below the breeze north and south
Father!
Why grandfather was poor
Why thee are poor
Why i am poor.
poem by alfusainey Sonko
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