Welcome-to-the-street
@ Prof George meya
Welcome to the street, home without the owner,
Its beauty is it’s problem.
Its survival is for the strongest.
Dear? You are son, not sun,
You don’t need to shine everywhere,
Ride in your hide,
Bite what you can chew.
In this street not all White is clear, some are Black.
It’s glitters are not gold,
Patience is the rule,
Greedy is the trap to death.
Welcome to the street.
You are beautiful don’t be beautifool,
Street’s mouth is open ready to swallow,
It understand no kindness
Don’t forget your steps,
Don’t fall into its sweet beauty.
If you won’t cope with its climate corps will be your guests.
Welcome to the streets…..