Be the Change
Enough with the preaching
And halt the feeding.
Words are dead- when-
There are no trails read.
Now! Sojourn your thought-
Don’t let your muscle rot,
Give light to your mind-
And raise your strength a kind.
For to heed is good-
As to let wounds rebuild.
Be it for history’s sorrow,
Now you set for morrow.
Heed to the arcane one,
Life is but one.
Copyright © Femi Adebayo | Year Posted 2013
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