NICE

There’s no reason in the world why I should be nice
Either way it just happens to be that am wise.
Wise enough to walk through others
to look beyond their smiles
to feel the pain in their tears
to walk in their discomforting pairs
I’ve seen sweet looking poisonous apples
So sweet in seeing and touching
But their joy and happiness reside behind hate
And so there is not a single reason in the world why I should be nice
It just so happens to be my wish.
If only somebody knew how much meals they missed
How much shelter they wanted
How much clothing they admired
Then they would be glad for what they had
And much more willing to share and care
It’s not about what you see
It’s all inside the book
So take your time and read it.