One Wrong Everyone Suffers
ONE WRONG EVERYONE SUFFERS.
Rhythm of beats appease the fillings
Collaboration of strings makes the
Jingles,
This could sound simple.
It takes lots of tissues to archive
We human issues.
Many believe in the pistol as
A principle.
The mystical truth is hard to
Proof.
You that inflict trigger wounds,
A camp of religious gurus can
Never predict your doom,
Its certain to also come as
Wounds, in combination of all
You shoot.
This days I look,
Why’s the clouds not deep blue,
And the sun sky blue?
Do you reason this too?
Some day breeze would freeze.
But, this the only sea were we
Drink,
We are familiar with the foot
Prints on the bridge,
How come we would eventually
Sink?
Only nine eggs left on the crate,
This middle one looks bright and
Brave,
Why would you want to smash
On the gate?
There would never be a trace to
Replace.
This is what have been meditating,
Pardon me, I still insinuate.
As night fall till dawn, will this
End suddenly despite her glamor
To our kingdoms call.
It’s a rough decision for the manager
To shut His industry when no sign
Of bankruptcy.
The KING’s speech is my wish,
I can’t doubt His will.
Imagine fire our worst enemy
I use him without limit.
In deep reasoning man has no
Meaning,
My soul only can predict,
If you test for tea certainly you
Have a tin of milk,
I rest my case on HIS feet’s.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB.
Copyright © Habib Akewusola | Year Posted 2012
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