Who Will Help?

Poem By Adeola Babalola

looking at them,
we are all staring
doing nothing
not because we don't know what to do,
but we don't care.

The boy taking fire to the refinery
yet we all said he is playing.
What type of play?
To send us all to our ancestors up there.

Comments about Who Will Help?

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U're saying the truth, , everyone in front of u showing his smile to u, , but when u need him u find also smile but a fake smile
take a look at my poem called Believe.luv it


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