KOJO IN PAINS A Street where memory of pain won’t fade out Homes of broken heart Of a rag tag world Fence with barbaric civilization Halloween under the hot ball As hands beg for tomorrow Hunger the head laid Ignorance feeds on brains Policy crashes life While misery clone everyday Life live with nothing and soreness Pathetic poems are being recited As days count itself And reality speak more of why Crisis plagues and never fakes existence Hope is rocket to no exist Being Clergy deep hands in paupers’ pocket And uses religion to build of deception Schools is in shanty outlook Poverty in continuation Everyday words inscribes pains Heart carries bundles of bitterness Faces tell the stories The future is seeing today …Kojo in pains. What all these words talks about is how this colony live life. The memory of not simply forgetting what happened as