You call it a stinking sticky valley
But there we all live like lily
Till you rise --not as an ally
Till you rise just like a roaring bully.
Till you rise...
Till you rise....
clothed in haughty gowns
Till you rise with condescend frown
You call it a pitiful pinched downtown
But there we all are dreaming for d crown.
Don't you dare brag!
Aren't we all raised in beautiful rags?
Don't you dare nag!
The torrent is against your haughty flag.
like an ancient bosom your fame will soon sag.
Though we will be sorry
For your pitiful story
The decline of your glory
Though all eyes yell in dissension
But we all know;Pride goes before destruction
By : maraiyesa ayokunle [marayo art]