Jeremiad and Dicdative 'DON'T JUDGE ME '

You want to know something I hate most? 'Don't Judge Me' used as an excuse to do bad things. I've seen it time and time again. Now this happens a lot in the residence I live. Young boys try to be bad because they think it's cool. Most of them aim to be gangsters and that's my inspiration for this poem.

At the corner of the street I stood,
wearing over my head a hood,
my friend said I shouldn't do this,
it was an opportunity I didn't want to miss,
so I said to him, 'Don't Judge Me. '

A cigarette I was given,
I took it and smoked to oblivion.
My brother told me to stop
But I wanted to be at the top,
so I said to him, 'Don't Judge Me. '

Took some drugs and became high
and I saw how my life used to be so dry,
my sister tried to hold me back
but I was set in my track,
so I said to her, 'Don't Judge Me. '

Then alcohol I consumed
and when someone messed with me I  fumed,
my father kicked me out
but I wasn't going to sit around and pout,
so I said to him,' Don't Judge Me. '

Then the nights were spent raving,
the fights I began craving
but my mother called me to come home
but the streets I was made to roam,
so I said to her,' Don't Judge Me. '

One night, as expected, I got shot,
I realised in the world, I was just a dot,
I felt my time was coming to an end,
around me was my mother, father and friend.

My siblings weren't so forgiving,
I realised I would stop living,
my life had been a waste,
I had the chance to be good and be chaste.

I thought everyone was against me,
and from good I had flee,
I told them they were on a high horse
but they were only helping of course.

Now I was to face the supreme judge
and I didn't have a chance to budge.
He was going to judge me,
this excuse was a stupid one,
one way for me to have fun.

They were all just helping,
now I was the one yelping,
I lie here and about to take my last breath,
getting closer and closer to death.

That word "Judged" was used so wrongly,
Oh my Lord, Allah, forgive me!
I’m about to meet my fate,
no time to set things straight.

No time to clean the slate,
it's too late, I’m too late!
To you young boys of new lakes,
turn to Allah, before the time breaks.

Habeeb Lekan.

This powerful piece teaches men of this days to avoid blaming others for their bad acts, advising them to take up the courage to live a good life that assures eternal life.