METALLIC WORDS

How could she resist Her bones were weak Unable to resist The twisting of its wrist The peeling of her skin Caused by a human stronger That her sanity began to leak Her cerebrum had become weak What leaped inside her Was crushed Because the only time She felt useful Was when he felt horny Ridden agonizingly like a bicycle With time all she cuddled was pain Everything was taken She had become a human Insane Her head loosing to the abuse © Anthony Amanso Jan 2018

No music is sweet As when the fans cheer When Martial dribbles with his feet And scores a goal Nothing would replace the shape of my heart Than the shape of  Man United logo My happiest moments Is when we are winning in combos When the ball dances with pogba's feet When De Gea dives like a fish I love it when bailly bullies in the pitch He's like pls just go and hit the gym I miss when Paul Scholes Rockets the ball into the goal post I wonder how mkhitaryan vanishes While in the pitch What a lovely magic trick When we lose The red in me does not leave I just close my eyes And go to sleep © ANTHONY AMANSO JAN 2018

Plz don't judge  me Blame my circumstance It's different from yours You have people Who put food on the table For you I don't Where I'm from People steal money to build mansions I do what i do to survive So i make my body a commodity Instead of judging me Change the lives of every girl child out there Its hard to think of others But try to... When u take government money People out there starve Homeless Killing your greed could be their miracle Don't judge me For i was taken from my home At an early stage We did not live in a fenced house The government did not care About my magical disappearance Police did not look for me Because i wasn't born with a silver spoon I was sold and became a commodity Security is for the rich They have policemen Without money i can't own one I am invisible to the society Forced to do what I'm doing now Tattered or heavenly dressed We are all the same Security should pay attention To u...

4 o’clock in the morning, watching the city at night. Dancing in the night sky, the seagulls flock far from the seas of over-fished stocks. Revelers leave their nightclubs, casinos and bars. Pouring themselves into the street and into cabs, they toss their uneaten food, into the nearby trash. The gulls swoop and dive. In the corner of my eye, I see movement in an alley. Dressed in rags, he stumbles into the night. Was not the sound of the revelers that disturbed him, but the squawking of the competition from high above. Creeping from his cardboard home he heads for the garbage. What had he been that he was reduced to this? Butcher, baker, candlestick maker? Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor? Reduced to scaring off birds, for a scrap of food. Pecking on the remnants of takeaway dinners. Feeding on the waste of those who do not care, who do not realize, that they too, could become him. © Fergus Martin Dec 2017 BE THANKFUL EVERYDAY, FOR WHAT YO...

This new year 2018 I wish u the best Jehovah will continue to be Your vest I pray in this new Month and year Happiness, Money, love the joyful rest Lay bountifully On your chest Happy new year. _ Anthony Amanso