Talk Bad,

Talk Bad,
Talk Bad and Evil about me,
What is expected from people is Unbelievable,
I realised that there are many Distractor's,
I realised that most talk bad about us,
In there,
In that Secret Dwelling,
I have seen them talking all bad about me,
I never care what people say,
Since I realised alot of Lesson's,
That most of them talk alot of bad about us,
I have seen how Greedy people in the World are,
I must come to believe it,
That the message will be given to those that do Evil.

by Abdul Karim

Comments (1)

its sad how the world is...but its those little lights of good ppl who try that make sure it isn't all bad. I enjoyed your poem.