da house

Worn and torn,
Wounded and dead.

They poor and needy,
Seeking bread.

But find none cause there is none, to be found.

Vanity builds,
Hate crumbles.

The hopes of many left in a bundle.

Da house was strong,
But know is weak.

Trash and rodents,
Running at your feet.

Leaks were leads shouldn’t be.

Water so vile,
It looks and smells like pee.

Dead left on the floor,
Even at the very door.

I’m in hell.
I swear I am.

The only question I have,
How can I leave the green door,

To get out of,
Da house.