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Have you ask the sun of her pain
that gathered the rain towards heaven?
Have you ask her if she actually shine?
Have you ask her that stupid question?
Nature was blind when all was created.


If he was not blind, he won't have created 
a sinful man clothed in an Abrahamic blessings.
Tell the moon we are not surviving in pension
in this world filled with honest sweet tensions,
We are filled with clocked unlimited choices.


Just let the breeze go down south now,
at least to give us a listening ears to hear.
Tell nature that he was blind when he created
Man, if not he won't have created a selfish man
whose ego is as high as everest yet, he sees it not.


Yes, nature was blind when he made all,
The homeless man, the rootless land and illed us.
Our minds wandering here and there
terrorizing peaceful minds with an inkful eyes,
Tell nature that he was blind and cruel to the earth.


I may have nothing to offer to your soul
but I can offer you sweet tears and bitter blood.
Life has been crazy and cruel to spun around 
half a century of  it sucks more bitterly now,
I am too busy to believe the tale they tell but
hear this: nature was to have made all thing imperfect.


(C) John Chizoba Vincent
       Voice Of Vincent 2016

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