Our little broken down Cyber Cafe

By Steven Ramthanmawia

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We all have stories about how

school life is stale.

Best part about it is

the lunch breaks or the final bell

My friends and I would pitch about

our plans for the weekend.

Eager Saturday mornings would

gather at 9,what a sight.

Would teach us comradery that

school never taught me.

Happy days we get from our

Broken down cyber cafe

It was like an anime series,

Where rivalries and friendships are made

What a sweepstake!

You never know what legend will

be coming through the room

Could be the state's best that

raised the competitive air

Could be the funniest strangers

you never met

Either way its a place where

stories stem from.

Lets brush aside lies, Gaming unites.

We're just not looking in the right places

Comparisons have been made aton

About responsibilies and knives

Would even go as far as to say

it's one of my home

Where I don't feel alone,

need not try to belong.

But the local authorities nitpick the minority,

a product of backward thinking;

They're of the idea it draws drug addicts,

Now all is said and done I ask you this

Are the streets swept clean

And people are stopped from needing?

Still the drug toll of our State

is hell raising.

More awareness needed opposed to

citing the scriptures.

Part of me feels lonely cause of this,

that's why I want to paint this picture.

Only thing they managed to do is

rob alot of childhoods

But I digress, just one of the many

I need to get off my chest

Never wanted to touch politics,

I just want to escape.

But its inevitable it effected me.

And undoubtedly I'm here for the

anti-establishment business

Just demolishing what I love is a

practice in foolishness.

Because our answers

involve raw methods that never worked.

Those days are gone,

I fear this generations

Has been robbed off

Only choice we get is to be

glued to our phones

Every hub covered as Wifi zones

Same time we lack connection

more than ever.

Entitled individuals headbutting

the same circles.

Now that I've grown older

and that's all gone,

I look back and ponder,

we couldn't have lost anything more.

By Steven Ramthanmawia