My boys are dying

My boys are dying.

Some of them are poets.

They have written a thousand poems and not one, has earned them a living.

Open mics don't open the door when the landlord closes your house.

My boys are dying.

Some of them are singers.

You may or may not have heard their songs before.

But every meal time they eat their own songs and choke on their lyrics.

My boys are dying.

Don't let those Nike shoes fool you.

There's nothing 'correct' about the heart of a young man who has nothing...

But his Nike shoes.

My boys are dying,

From being misunderstood.

Understand that my boys will do anything for money.

Understand that sometimes the modern woman has a watchman, CCTV cameras, and a Mobile App that will send people to fix anything in her house.

So the only security she might need from her man, is financial.

My boys are dying because their pocket is light.

My boys are dying because their heart is heavy.

Maybe, If they had Whitney's voice,

They would sing their heart out and watch it beating right in front of them.

My boys are dying,

from heartbreaks,

from disappointments,

they are not asking to win all the time, they are asking to win atleast this one time.

My boys are dying because the universe has refused to accept them as stars.

Now they are earth bound,

bound to be earth,

earth is soil,

soil is sometimes called dirt.

My boys are dirty.

My boys are dying from working in sewers and garbage points without proper gear,

Their family fears,

But it's what steers a living,

Believing, tomorrow will come but today is leaving.

My boys are dying from taking care of families that don't feel taken care of,

My boys are dying from bullet wounds,

My boys are dying for being boys,

for being big boys,

for being just boys,

for being bus boys,

for being in a group of boys.

My boys are dying before they are fathers.

My boys are dying before their fathers.

My boys are dying because they are fathers.

My boys are dying to go further,

they've got bomb lyrics to bomb your TV.

Check their temperatures, they are walking degrees.

Their mind is a state-of-art the state has refused to stage outside.

Ask the jail warden,

My boys are dying inside.

My boys are dying from intestinal wounds, from duodenal wounds.

My boys are dying outside.

My boys are dying because their leaders are clashing.

My boys are dying because their leaders are lying.

My boys are dying because integrity is dying.

My boys are dying because their dreams are dying.

My boys are dying because they have nothing to go back to.

I know boys my age in the streets going back to back blaming a whole country for not having their back.

My boys are dying because Pio Gama Pinto did not live long enough.

My boys are dying because their talent is not enough.

My boys are dying because they lost hope.

My boys are dying because their mind is at war.

My boys are dying and all our local leaders keep doing is lying, lying to fly, Russia, Dubai...I wonder what to buy, while my boys cannot afford a bus back home.

My boys are dying and oh boy,

I'm not the one to save them.