STRUGGLE BUS The path of life Seems straight and cute Contain uneven and rough path Found failure in rough-and-tumble street Leaping and famous in agony; last struggle. The days fly faster than a weaver's shuttle Ending with no hope to survive Only in a life we exist once When thou vanishes like cloud And return no more and never to be seen again When the breath is gone forever. The path of life Examines us in the morning and test us in the night Having no space to succeed As we journey on thread of life everyday How then shall we not inhale untimely death? Sick life! Life is sick How then can we escape the sickness? Should we say, life is drunk and senseless? For thou treat our path with unfairness and sickish With the still calm voice of struggle and sorrow. Who then shall survive the struggle? Who then shall escape the sickness? Who then shall triumph sorrow? A faint less man that pin is hope above That look in the mirror, and always be true Never rel...

CITY SANITATION I wish i am the brain That knows the ability of future My mouth will utter the truth of the future My nose will smell the danger of the future My ear will hear the still voice of the future My hand will drop the lethal weapon of the future. I wish i am the  peace That holds peace of the politicians That I might severely depart from the wicked That I might vehemently oppose the words of the fools That I might gnaw the hole of their life That I might banish thee from the city. I wish I had authority I will sentence the corrupt ones to life imprisonment That I might burn the liars to ashes That I might cast away the false prophets That I might expose the secret of the imps That I might stop lost of life and property That the masses will be in joy forever When will the saviour emerge? Oh Living ancestor! Babalola Israel A EazyPoet All  Rights Reserved