Reality

Life was a treasure box but we lost it Painted pictures, made images But none was like it So we dream dreams knowing dreams were not illegal Made plans, had blue prints but the reality of life was a bitch and a betrayal The stinky smell of poverty chocked our youths and drove them to a point of no return They carried guns because of the smell of gunpowder brought them money, fame and power But no peace So with their guns cocked They pulled the trigger To be continued..........