Leilan Cedric Dey
Why give praises to the worms
And rats that infest me.
Why speak of glory to me
While I live in poverty.
Yesterday, the world stood before me.
I knocked upon her door.
The bread she gave was bittersweet.
She threw it on the floor.
The majestic river never turns.
It flows forever to the sea.
Nature may have some strange ways,
But she’s as faithful as can be.
Promises we make we never keep.
Hypocrites to the end.
If only we turn the other cheek
And be each other’s friend.