Best Deferent Poems
Better days
Is all good
To hope for
The better days
But is there
Actually better days
Without making today
The best
Oh better days
Can't be without
The best of today
Better days
Too many knees on the
Ground
Too many heads kissing
The floor
Too many hands
with ten fingers
Together straight up
Like a triangle
In deferent pulpits
Deferent temples
All to one just
Praying and hoping
To god
For only the
Better days
Oh better days
Can't be without
The best of today
Better days
Too many questions
I ask myself
Too many places I
Go
Like I see life's
As they live in darkness
While they keep
Hoping for the
Better Days
Some believe
The better days only
Exist After life
With their religion
While a kind
Like me live
the better days
Now with love
Oh better days
Can't be with out
The best of today
Better days
What make a day
Better than another
How can we hope
For tomorrow
While we waste today
Away with our ignorance
Oh live every day with
Love and you will
Always have the best of
The day
With love
each day is better and
Better
Here you will always have
A
Better days
Oh better days
Can't be with out
The best of today
Better days
Love yourself
As you love another
Love what you do
Do what you love
Believe in yourself
For you and your image
Is god
Their is no god but you
And all around you
Love nature respect
Humanity
Live not with greed
For your soul not
To be lost to vanity
On and on
Above all
Love life for
Life is love
Love is life
As you live with
This principles
You always live
Now as each
New day comes a
Better days
Oh better days
Can't be with out
The best of today
Categories:
deferent, africa, care, cheer up,
Form:
Epic
Since my first sight of you;
Who were riding a white horse
Galloping around the forest,
I was just a simple controlled person picking up countable apples
Laying on the controlling ground.
Never feeling the slight soft winds touching my skin’s face,
Never feeling the warm sunshine of the spring,
Appear and reappear under the shadows of the trees.
All my hidden emotions;
Which I thought didn’t exist deep inside of me,
Appeared once I ride the white horse with you.
For the first time,
The old ugly forest seemed new and fresh,
And it still seems like that until now.
On your way down the cliff,
I stared on your tearing face,
Then I noticed: you were happy.
Even if I don’t want to admire it but you were happy.
And you are happy because you live inside of me.
If meeting you was climbing the mountains of my believes,
If it was finding hope in the deep dark,
And in much more easy explanation:
Finding freedom between your two warm arms and wide chest.
Finding me was; for only you,
Like finding the safest path
After testing almost all deferent dangerous other paths.
It was like to calm your anger after firing you spirit with almost all tested feelings.
And in much easy explanation:
Finding a controlled freedom in one single soul: me.
Now what I can remember is you getting further in the deep.
Your body was getting smaller and smaller as you fall.
If you departed on your own feet,
I could claimed your will made you leave,
Then I would be free from your heavy soul inside of me,
Living my life once again tied inside this controlling world
But, no
You departed because of the soil gravity,
It pulled you down as much as it could,
As strong as it could,
And as quick as it could.
Your body had disappeared now,
So deep in the edge of the cliff.
Your soul immediately flew and came near to me.
At that moment all my senses stopped to function.
I couldn’t see, hear, or feel my skin.
At a moment your soul controlled the whole of my body,
And the only face I recognized was your pall face
As you smile upon that white horse
Giving me your hand for that I may leave my prison.
And for some reasons, now;
I can no longer control my body,
Because; simply, you control it now.
Categories:
deferent, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
INSTEAD OF WAR
HISTORY IS A MYSTERY TO HUMANITY,
SOME KNOWN WITH AN EVIDENCE,
SOME UNKWOWN WITHOUT A TRACE,
PEOPLE EAGER TO KNOW WHY LIFE IS WHAT IT IS NOW?
IN OUR STRUGGLE TO LIVE,
WE GOT TO UNDERSTAND WHAT SENCE IT MAKES TO LIVE WITHOUT WAR,
THE HIGHEST STUPIDITY OF MAN KIND, IS THE ACT OF HATE,
LIKE A BIRD FLY,
WE FLY WAR,
LIKE A LION FEED ON FRESH MEAT
AM EMPIRE SUCK DRY THE FURTURE OF THE INNOCENT,
LIKE A VAMPIRE,
WE WAR FROM DISTANCE PLACES,
INSTEAD OF WAR
LETS TOGETHER PULL OFF THE MARKS OF ISOLATION
THEN THE RUMOURS OF WAR WILL EXIST NO MORE
LIKE A GLASS FALL,
BREAK THE BOND OF HATE,
THEN YOU SEE UNITY WILL ALWAYS KNOCK ON THE DOORS OF OUR TOWN,
LIKE A RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL SON
INSTEAD OF WAR
LET LOVE FLOW FROM THE TOP TO THE BUTTOM,
LET LOVE FLOW FROM OLD TO YOUNG,
LET LOVE FLOW FROM GREAT TO SMALL,
INSTEAD OF WAR
ON EVERY CONERS OF THE WORLD,
LET UNITY REIGN LIKE THE AIR,
INSTEAD OF WAR
IN OUR 21ST CENTURY,
LET IT BE WRITTEN THAT WE LEARN TO TOLERATE ONE ANOTHER,
DESPITE OUR DEFERENT OPINION,
LET IT BE SAID IN DISTANCE TIME,
HOW BRAVE WE ARE TO UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANCE OF PEACE,
INSTEAD OF WAR
WE NEED TO ANSWER THE CALL OF NATURE,
THE CALL OF LOVE,
LET MAKE USE OF THE TRUTH IN US,
THERE IS LOVE IN EVERYONE,
INSTAED OF WAR
LET THE MOUNTAIN HILLS OF ILLUSION BE DRONE DOWN,
WITH TOGETHERNESS IN UNITY,
LET THE TEMPLES OF SATAN BE BURN ABRAZE BY OUR STRUGLE TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER,
WE NEED NO MORE WARS IN THE WORLD,
LET THUNDER STRIKE DEAD THE PULPIT OF THE PROPHETS OF DOOM,
LET THE EARTH SHAKE AWAY THE TREASURE OF BABYLON UNTIL THEY BE BORN AGAIN,
LET THE SUN HEAT DOWN THE WEAPONS OF DISTRUCTION,
OF ALL SATANIC VAMPIRES,
INSTEAD OF WAR,
WHERE DREAMS ARE SHATTERED,
INNOCENT BABIES CRY FOR HELP,
BUT NONE TO HELP,
MOTHERS BLEED TO DEATH BY MEN ON KAKI JACKET,
SMOKES OF DRONE ON EVERY CONERS OF THE INNOCENT STREET,
CHANTS FOR HELP LEFT AND RIGHT,
UP AND DOWN FROM THE LIPS OF THE POOR,
BUT WHO IS TO HELP?
ALL FOR WAR,
INSTEAD OF WAR
LETS MOVE TO A BETTER WAY,
THE WAY OF LOVE,
THE WAY OF UNITY,
DESPITE WHATEVER IS,
THE WAY OF PEACE
I REST MY CASE.
Categories:
deferent, abuse, africa, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Epic
Mountains never reach (money)
Count the sands
And tell me if
Numbers have an end
Sorry you base happiness
To just numbers
a mountain never reach
As your needs are full of
holes
Like a water pull into a basket
The more your have
The more and more
You need
Oh brother oh sister
You keep climbing
But you can't get on
Top of the mountain
For this money mountain
Got not end
Mountain never reach (money)
Why chase after the wind
When at your door step is
The plata of gold
Material satisfaction is not
Always necessary to be happy
How much money more
do you want to be satisfied
Oh be warn
For this Mountain you climb
Got no end
As you never can be happy
Oh brother oh sister
You keep climbing
But you can't get on
Top of the mountain
For this money mountain
Got no end
Mountain never reach (money)
Who is the richest on money
I bet you yet he is not satisfied
Large bank account
Yet less peace of mind
Is equal to vanity
In the mathematics of nature
As life is like a zero
No partiality on this formula
For what is worth more
Than a happy soul
Oh be warn
For that mountain
You climb got no end
Oh brother oh sister
You keep climbing
But you can't get on
Top of the mountains
For this money mountain
Got no end
Mountain never reach (money)
A pice of note
With arts of colours
And pictures
With deferent number
Figures
All like a pice of material
Oh Is this what make you
Lose your happiness
No this is not
enough to make
The world lose spirituality
Oh no this mountain
Is endless
those in
Chase of it
Keep chasing vanity
As they lose their soul
Oh be warm
For that mountain
You climb got no end
Oh brother oh sister
You keep climbing
But you can't get on
Top of the mountain
For this money mountain
Got no end
Mountain never reach (money)
Money money money
As we all cry
Why is money the only
Form of trade
A question like I don't
Know
Nature is irreplaceable
No matter who is
The best manipulator
Life is a free zone
Be happy
Live with a joy
Feel nature
For it more profitable
Never trade your soul
For money
As now
Be warn
For you see that money
Mountain
It mysteries has no
End
Oh brother oh sister
You keep climbing
But you can't get on
Top of the mountain
For this money mountain
Got no end
Categories:
deferent, abuse, africa, desire, loss,
Form:
Epic
God is love
The preacher man say,
The man born by a virgin is the god,
The man with long bear,
Head covered,
Say he a messenger of god,
The Indian man say we are the god,
In a form of reincarnation,
Some other men say,say,say,
And say,
All like a politic's,
Always disagreeing to nothing,
But never agree to something,
Hatred on high rise,
Discrimination all over places,
Cos of deferent believe's,
From a mental war,
To a physical war,
No way,
That makes me disagree,
My first instinct spoke to me saying,
God is love"
I agree within,
Without a doubt,
Cos I felt the truth,
Tell me,
How we can live without God?
Tell me,
How we can live without love?
No love, no peace,
No peace, no unity,
No unity is equal to wars,
And rumours of wars,
Show me who is God,
If not love,
And there you tell a lie,
You can never see God,
You can never see love,
You can only feel God,
You can only feel love,
The feeling from within,
Is the prove,
The evidence is pure,
Live with love,
Do with love,
Love is life,
Life is love,
Finally I found the God,
And the!
God is love.
Categories:
deferent, africa, analogy, deep,
Form:
Epic
they beat us away from our right
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else should we do
Right in front of our eyes
They beat us away from
Our right
They beat us away from our right
Yeah is all clear yeah so clear
Right in front of our view
Our legs shakes
Not cos we are not brave
Not cos we are wrong
Just we need our right
So they throw their bats on us
They spray us away with chemicals
Right in front of our view
Our legs shakes
Right on our stand for freedom
They beat us away from our right
So now
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else should we do
Right in front of our eyes
They beat us away from
our right
They beat us away from our right
They say we are not disciplined
They say we are not satisfied
So what right do we have
So long they don't care
About our life's is not their worries
Our vote they need only
The rest is history
Is been this way for a very long time
Oh now the people are so confuse
This life so beautiful is right in
Front of our view turn ugly
Poverty on the lands everywhere
On deferent levels and styles
Boils of anger on the faces
Of the innocent hungry people
Now every where you see
Those protest
Those fight for freedom
Those hunger strakes
Those chants of justice
Yet right in front of our view
Our feet shakes
At those road blocks
They beat us so hard
So they throw bats on us
They spray us away with chemicals
Right in front of our view
They beat us away from our right
So now
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else should we do
Right in front of our view
They beat us away from
Our right
They beat us away from out right
I thought freedom was free
Now is a fight
I thought freedom was free
Now we still trying to achieve one
I thought freedom was free
Now is a war
No I thought freedom is free
Now is on the hands of few
Oh no I thought freedom was free
But at the road blocks we fight
We try we protest
And I thought freedom was free
Not until they throw their bats on us
Not until they spray us with this chemicals
And now
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else can we do
Right in front of our view
They beat us away from
Our right
Categories:
deferent, abuse, africa, anger, bereavement,
Form:
Epic
Writing In simple English
Guess silver spoon,
Was far on the day of my birth,
Born in west Africa,
In a town called,
Onitsha,
Growing up speaking Igbo,
and Yoruba,
two deferent language's,
out of three major tribes,
Traveling around Africa,
I learned to speak,
five defferent languages,
Traveling out of Africa,
I learned to speak,
two more defferent,
international lauguage's ,
All together,
I basically speak ten lauguage's,
Including English,
I could write only six,
Others I just speak,
I was thought to speak,
and write English in the school,
Right in west Africa Nigeria,
English is never,
my native language,
Yet! since is one language,
that more people in the world,
now share the most,
I guess,
I must not be left out,
in communication,
Like Doe,
I understand gramma,
Yet I write simple English,
I don't write like a prof! (Professor)
I see sence to writte,
a in simple form of English,
Which everyone,
with a high or low level of education,
Could understand clearly,
The sence in every poem,
is the message,
No matter who is the writer,
I don't write poems,
to teach grammar,
I don't read poems,
To learn high letters,
from a professional writer,
All I do is write from the soul,
All I do is read yours,
and get the message,
Pardon my simple English,
If is too simple to your class,
Then is ovious am not the right one,
For your kind of writer,
To be a writer is not to be gramma tic,
If there is no vission,
of creativity,
to a positive sence of humour,
in your writting,
Then let it go!
The world have passed a time of fantasy,
Where knowledge is dig like a hole,
Wisdom so rare more than a diamond,
The reality of today,
I guess explains better,
To an answer to a call of nature,
I write words in simple English
With my blue pen,
pardon my Simple English
For i am not a British
It is , what it is
Writting in simple English
Categories:
deferent, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
Every wave has a picture
Sadek
Every wave has a picture
Endless wave endless picture
Bring from the long life
The known and unknown
The seen and unseen pictures -
Bring with the changing scenes
Another eye another speed.
Some pictures are as cold as ice
Some as soften velvet
Some of them prod to bring out blood.
The endless spread of the canvas
Filled with countless waves
Come and go.
SHORT BIO - SADEK
Sadek - Artist and Poet. He started poetry from his child hood. Published first in school magazine. After many poems published on deferent little magazine. He was born in sixties at West Bengal, India. After finishing Bsc degree he joined Art college at Rabindra Bharati Universe city, BVA degree in Kolkata. Then he started his carrier in Kolkata Film Industry and later moved on to Mumbai film industry. Last 23 years he is involved in film industry as an Art Director. He got experienced working with lots of national and international Film Director. Simultaneously he Participated lots of Painting Exhibition and poetry festival. In the year 2010 Dariyanagar Kabita mela Koxesbazar in Bangladesh give him special honors. He also participated prestigious Poetry festival like Jatyo Kabitaporisad Dhaka Bangladesh. And The Saarc festival of literature in Agra India in 2013. His poetry books name “JANALATA KHOLA THAK” (let’s keep the window open).
Contact:
Sadek
Bengal Ambuja
UV 24/3A, 1050/1 Survey Park, Kolkata, West Bengal, India
Sadek_in@yahoo.com
Categories:
deferent, art, beautiful, black african
Form:
Classicism
New voices
From a distance
stand a new kinds
So strong on their ground
circumstances surrounding them
That they don't fear
beyond the eye
They see ahead of time
So Now they voice a vision
While they oppose an illusion
A mission they sure
Are on one as it is
The people don't understand them
Some now do but they are called poor
For this voices speaks words
Not familiar to made men
Braveness well shown on them
So it come as they are of a
New generation of now
The old of now
they are here to change
May be through them
history is
About to change hands
Above all that is popular
They live above the knowledge
Of popularity
Doe still trying to survive
The system now
Surviving to show a deferent
Positive side of life
That oh that
The world don't want to hear now
For truth so bitter
The life's now so ugly
So this voices are here
For a change
Words so rare is the language
They voice to wake up the world
Every where u could hear them
Around you may be
You might have had them
May be some one you know or not
If you ever hear those new voices
I advice take a moment
open up your mind
For is not of vain hearing this
New voices
Categories:
deferent, africa, bereavement, change, desire,
Form:
Epic
Sisi the junkie
You are what you
Take in in life
We say in Africa
Sisi the junkie
Sisi was a beautiful
Young admiring girl
All guys flog around her
Cos her beauty drive
Too much attention
She was tall with her
Long hair and nice figure
Sisi the junkie
Sisi was an intelligent
Young lady
At high school sisi
Was one of our best head
She was at the best of it all
But not until she fell in love
With a dope that in-strange
Her natural being
Sisi the junkie
Oh sisi the Iron Lady
Was her nick name
Sisi love fun a lot
That got her to a new
World from a strange
Friends with a double face
Sis the junkie
At first sisi
Got in to liquor
She fun a lot with
Too much quantity of it
With out a control
She move to the Jamaican
Herbs,
Like is not fun enough
Sisi got in to crack
That was the doom of it all
Sisi the junkie
Sisi loved crack
Like sisi use to say
I need my
White powder
when she
Need to feel high
Sisi the junkie
Gradually sisi began
To lose control of her
Social life
She began to act strange
Always busy with her fingers
As she scratch off her skin
When she need the white powder
Sisi the junkie
Oh sisi the Iron Lady
Sisi lost a lot on this life style
with time like she is
A deferent soul
Her friends was too
Far from her like
She was a stranger they never
Know
Sisi was broke
Lost her job
Used her belongings to
Get crack
Finally now on the street
Oh sisi the Iron Lady
Sisi the junkie
Like sisi lies on the corner
Of the street still an addict
Life was so blue on her
Oh sisi the Iron Lady
Sisi the junkie
Life is all about you
Your choice go so
Far with you
The power of success
Lies on the level of
Ones control
Be in control
Of who you are
Not be controled
By what you take in
Like the tales of
Sisi the junkie
Categories:
deferent, abuse, addiction, africa,
Form:
Epic
everyone has an opinion
IN THE BEGINING WAS THE WORD,
THAT MAKES THE MENTALITY OF A MAN THE FOUNDATION OF HIS WORDS,
IN THE HEARTS OF MEN, YOU WILL FIND THE DEEP FEELINS OF THEIR THOUGHT,
EVERYONE ONE HAS AN OPINION,
WHAT IS FREEDOM IF YOUR OPINION IS NEVER VOICE TO BE HEARD,
WE ARE IN A WORLD OF WARS OF MENTALITY,
COS, THE MENTALITY OF EVERY PEOPLE ARE NEVER THE SAME,
THAT KEEP ME ASKING HOW WE CAN LIVE IN ONE ACCORD,
OR, IS THE SIMPLICITY OF LIFE A DOOM?
SOMANY SOULS ARE WILLING TO BE HEARD,
SOMANY OPINION IS BEEN SHUT UP,
WHILE SOMANY OPINION IS BEEN FORCE TO THE PEOPLE,
IN EVERY DISAGREMENT THERE IS ALWAYS A DEFERENT OPINION,
WHAT IS THE USE OF RIGHT, IF OPINION IS BEEN CONTROLED?
CONTROLED BY A PARTICULAR MENTALITY,
WE ALL CAN BE IN PEACE,
IF WE LEARN TO RESPECT OUR DEFERENT MENTALITY,
COS, EVERYONE GOT SOME THING TO OFFER TO LIFE,
EVERY MENTALITY HAS A LESSON TO TEACH,
IS A FREE WORLD,
WHAT IS GOOD IS GOOD,
WHAT IS BAD IS BAD,
AS WE PASS THROUGH LIFE,
WE NEED NOT TO BE SELFISH,
WHEN YOU THINK YOUR OPINNION IS RIGHT,
DONT FORGET THE NEXT MAN THINK THE SAME COS,
EVERYONE HAS AN OPINION.
Categories:
deferent, friendship,
Form:
Epic
Still knocking on the heaven door
I saw a soldier man crying
At an after victory
Oh man why you cry
Asked I with a confusion
He said
Tell God I asked why it
Must be me
Ask God why it has to be
Like this
For right now am
Still knocking at the heaven
Door
Still knocking on the heavens door
Once I saw a brave man cry
That a lot it tells
A word is enough for the wise
So this words so deep he said
Tells us a lot
Once he was young
With an innocent mind like
An empty glass
Time goes so he got educated
With an identification
Of some enemies
The empty mind now corrupt
So with time he became brave with
This knowledge to war
Time goes till he was a soldier man
Ready to defend his country
Off to kill the enemy he goes
Like a scam of war
He saw a deferent face from
The enemy he knows
As he realise the war was false
The real enemy was his gangs
Back home
Who sent him off to war
So betrayed he felt as already
So many innocent he already
Sent to lay in peace
On the ground he bleeds
So brave now he cry
As first he asked why it must
To be me
Ask God why it must to be me
For right now am
Still knocking on the heaven door
Still knocking on the heaven door
Once I saw the brave grief
Wonder why so I ask
Soldier man why you cry after
A war victory
You will never understand
First he said
The war is not over
Not until I feel peace inside me
With this hands I slain
So I worth not to live
War are not what you perceive
Is better love than war
With the gun I murdered
So I worth not a love
In me the war is not over till
I know why it has to be this way
For right now am
Still knocking at the heaven door
I know God lies behind this close door
Still knocking on the heaven door
Have you ever seen the brave cry
Is like to see an eagle without wings
Life is like a zero
As wars is to vanity
So on this Quest
Only on this note
You see the brave cry as the
Soldier man now
Still knocking on the heaven door
Still knocking on heaven door
Hope he found his peace
Hope he finally meet God
Behind the close door
For so wars will never be over
Until we feel love and peace
Inside of us!
That only can come
Only when the close door
Of our ignorance is open
To love (God)
Until then all we can now do
Is only but
Still knocking on the heaven door
Categories:
deferent, abuse, africa, analogy, anger,
Form:
Epic
Headed down this road
Sit back, relax, in chill mood
I've been down this road
Never rush, you will fall
I'd change it all if I could
My scars attest to every fall
A lesson is a lesson learned
Open mindedness ended in youth
A testament I've learned
The Road of life is to thrive
Survive is more to the truth
Yesterday causes my Faith to thrive
God, thanks for every blessed day
Oh I believe but not in church
Unseen blessings with every day
Don't care what the next does
My views were deferent since birth
I want happiness as everyone does
Bust my ass to earn a dollar less
Who's truly blessed, the rich or poor
Can't say we don't know who has
less
I let go reality for my humanity
For I'll finish no higher I'm sure
I'll care an educate to save my
humanity
I let go of the things which carry a
price
If happiness came with a price it be
owned
My Soul like happiness is worth it's
price
Sell your Soul for what ever guilty
pleasure
You sold an stole something you
never owned
I'd rather live with less than live of
ease an pleasure
Categories:
deferent, lifecare, care,
Form:
Light Verse
Am not alone
She is with me all time
She showed me the way
Of life
She speak to me all
Time
Within her universe
Is The light of life
That Shines to my soul
She protect me from
Every evil harms of this world
She pamper me with
Her sweet air of life
Am not alone
Life is good
For she never fail
To amaze me
Am full of her power
her revelation
Is so great
My soul is holy
With her mysteries
Of truth
Am not alone
Doe I walk through
The valley and
Shadows of man
Made illusion
She guides my soul
With her wisdom
Am never by myself
In this struggle of life
Am not alone
Once I was lost
Searching for an
Illusion I thought
Was the best
Then life was too fast
On me
Then I lived with
A false system
Then I was empty
But not until
She came my way
And now my life
Is full with joy
Am not alone
She remains unseen
But here presence
Is for ever with me
I feel it all the time
Am not alone
She drives me with here
Morals
Now I write a rare truth
She show me her vision
Now I can speak a rare truth
She took me upon to her
Hills of positivity
Now I can sing with a
Deferent voice of freedom
She took me high
To the clouds of spirituality
Now i can fly like an eagle
Am not alone
I believe in nature
I believe in love
I Obey her principles
Through this
Am not alone
Categories:
deferent, blessing, faith, nature, universe,
Form:
Epic
is not natural
I wonder if war is natural
I wonder if is natural
in human nature to kill
cos the steel birds keeps
flying
the flags of wars keeps
waving like before
and now our life's are
full of horrors
is not natural
I wonder if hatred is natural
I wonder if is natural in humans
to isolate each other
in terms by their deferent opinion
I wonder if this division in humans
is better be said ignorance of else
i say
is not natural
is not natural
I wonder if lies is natural
I wonder if humans can live
with out lies
is common on every lips
today
is always on the lips
of our politicians
no wonder our life's is full
of too many struggles
is not natural
I wonder if greed is natural
I wonder if is a natural phenomenon
in the nature of our leaders
in the third world countries
I wonder how they can go this far
by creating hunger starvation
among their own people
while they live large same among
the poor people they curse poverty
upon Leaves me wondering
is not natural
i wonder if fear is natural
If not why do we have it feelings
when we are scared of the unknown
we have been too scared to live
for too long
we oath to weak up to our
lights
is natural to fear but is a sin
to live in fear
yet I fear and live in fear if only God
is not natural
i wonder if ignorance is natural
for this same ignorance
has cost us a lot
it has cost us to wars
it has cost us to be greedy
it has cost us to lies
it has cost us to hate
it has done us no Good
and if our life need a change
we oath to fall back to nature
cos all we rely on today
for survival and still we fail
is not natural
Categories:
deferent, abuse, africa, anger, betrayal,
Form:
Epic