Ryan Ngala’s Poems™

Silent Silent while you seek Just make sure you R.I.P Death Road Death Road Is a long way from death Make sure the last words you say Is under your last breath Many people are dead For sickness and diseases and i'am sure this isn't what i'm seeing many graves are being held Some are dead Some are not These are many deaths of the people

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ WWW.RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  WWW.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com I see rats, In my room, When every time, It scares me. The kids would be frighten, If they even saw one instead, But my mom will always come even with, Something to carry cause to tell you the truth, It ain't scary to me at all.

I see myself I see my eye In the mirror I can see it Very clearly I can see Many views in the city Many apartments And buildings As I go out To many streets And places As I can see myself In the eye Of many people

Mother’s Day, Is a chance to celebrate, To a lovely mother, That we have here today, I guess what I’m trying to say is. She’s paying her taxes, Looking so gorgeous, Having her nice pretty dress, With her cute little outfit. Taking care of us, Doing all that she can, Trying to do what’s best, Just to make a little cash, Ka-Ching.