My Lengthy Ditty

It’s another beautiful day.
New crops are being planted.
Cows are being milked.
Fresh harvests are made.

It hasn't stopped raining.
How scorching bright, the sun still declare his presence.
How refreshingly well, the breeze under the tree still serves us.
How sweet the smell of drizzles when it hits the native soil.

Still, we scamper to borrow umbrellas
Still, we're being terrorized by floods.
Still, faulty homes and poorly founded houses abound.
Still, we whine about the weather.

History has never left us alone.
Our story writers have never relented.
Our petrol has become synonymous with our air.
Our resilience only increases.


We still pray to God.
Still, we reach to strangle one another.
Smiles; inspired by deceit.
Bigotry and egocentrism cloaked with pietism.

The conductor still asks us for change.
Lads are still at one other’s throat for the glorified mirages on girlie blogs.
Myriads of Cubs are still found lying in blood of hooliganism and wanton malignity.
Coition is still not reserved for those in magnificent and legal alliances.

Ripe mangoes and its homologies still go to waste in the fertile oriental yards.
The occidental timberlands and fields are being treacherously betrayed by her literate proprietors.
The beautiful austral waters and islands are still unattractive to tourism.
The fair sex still mourns her progenies and swain in the northerly frontiers.

Yet, we globe-trot in personal crafts just as we fall victims of strange maladies and pauperism
Yet, we celebrate birthdays just as we exalt burials jollification
Yet, we get up just as we trip.
Yet, we smile just as we frown


The smile and the frown;
The tears and the shrieks;
The sweat and the shiver;
The fear and the courage;
These and more: our lives in play.

This is the only time we're going to live;
We know that; i wish.
The world can never be devoid of negativities;
A fact of which we're aware; i wish


The world only shows us our real self;
If you find the world boring, then you lack hobbies;
Our life ceases when the vicissitudes all cease;
For our true worth is what we exteriorize when gloom come smiling at us.

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