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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THE MYSTERY OF LIFE A life full of mysteries and surprises A life where daybreak doesn't guarantee sunshine The priests places the sacrifice at his shrine But bcos the gods are angry they are eaten by swine Life full of mysteries and untold stories Men with no honour live in houses built in storeys Others live in slums and they give God the glory This has been part of us and our history Life full mysteries that makes them to complain Many are stung and crippled by what they can't explain They once live in hope and thought their freedom they'd gain But to hope and wish is just another sting of pain Life full of mysteries where we seek friends around the world But we forget the the great ones and their words Now we're smitten not by enemies but friends' swords We fell and all before us to scale are great walls Life full of mysteries from conception to birth Deceived by milk today only to chew nuts at night Carried on the shoulder today but a luggage on the head after Clothed with the finest of fabrics made from the earth today and buried below same at dusk Whether were live clean or dirty they bid us dust to dust Whether we die in the scotching sun of the sahara or in the freezing hands of the Poles They still tell us aches to aches For the rich, the poor, the cursed, the blessed, the conquered, the winner, the victim and the victor For the white, the black the dwarf, the giants and the stunted For the kings and the subjects We will all be a traveller in the city where the sun sets and never rises This is our lots, the unending mysteries of life. (FM CONCEPTUAL ???)
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