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Legen Tenni Poem
I, I don’t understand the book known as bible
The book that is mostly common to many doors
But the book that is not known and read by many souls
The book that is carried by many
But mostly it is not read and liked by any
The book that is only seen once a week
And when it is seen, it is only few pages and it’s also quick
I don’t understand this book known as bible
I don’t understand this book that has many sizes
The book that has been translated into all different world languages
But yet not be lead and understood by multitude from different families
The book that has different versions
but only one edition
the book that is wise because it was written by people with visions
I, I don’t understand this book known as bible
This is the only book that has all university course and lectures
The book that starts with the lecturer of art, where all things were designed and created
And then lectures of Agricultures have been explained as GOD Identifies the texture of soil as from it a man was created
Anatomy and physiology was firstly discussed in this book where by the position of Adam’s ribs was allocated
This was done before the first surgery class was explained as Adam’s chest was operated
This is the same book that have many lectures of history,
The book that’s explains the pharmacology, the philosophy, and the prophecy
I don’t understand this book that has everything, the book that is known as BIBLE
I don’t understand this book when it tries to explain the course of music
more especially the pharmacodynamics of the violin as it healed soul
but I get more puzzled when it comes to the 10 commandments as it was the first class of Law
but who wrote this book? Why is it that every question in this book can be answered?
And why is it that all world affairs in this book are tampered?
Why is this book regarded as the best?
This is why am in the maze of thoughts…thoughts that can’t give me rest.
I don’t understand this book known as bible
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Legen Tenni Poem
The way you decode your words MR professor to those ambitious students in your class
And with that so called lecturing you drop a big mass on their path
and by keep reminding them their stupidity, you removed their ability to know their capabilities
as fish thinks it is stupid if you judge it for its ability not to climb a tree,
You have deleted that nurse at the corner in the book of geniuses..MR professor
But now, you are on the bed side of your sick child
pleading for mercy and life from that same nurse, because of your words she was just coming in class to learn how to pass not pass after she has learn
and by your hands she was mold not to cast out the pathogens…. but to take out the dead after failing to hold to its oxygens
and then you have hopes in that un trained nurse?
SORRY MR PROFESSOR, SORRY BUT YOU HAVE KILLED YOUR OWN SON
Sorry MR drunkard DRIVER but are these really tears of sorrow?
I don’t think so, maybe GOD has just allowed you to repay what you did borrow
Do you remember 18 years ago you killed a young girl because of your over speeding while you were drunk?
That girl had ambition to became an engineer,and am surely she could have loved her career
And maybe she could have been the answer to that power station which failed to supply electricity.
The electricity which could have accommodate that hospital, the hospital which was the post office of your son’s life,
when the surgeons failed to operate the machines to save his life because of low voltage and he died
And now you are crying? And saying they have killed your son?
NO MR DRUNKARD DRIVER, BUT YOU HAVE KILLED YOUR SON
Sorry, but MR police officer sir, but, those roses you have scatted on your son’s grave are they signs of care?
No, but I think if it was not your greedy, the life of your son could have been spared
You were always early on the road,not to make sure of people’s road safety
But to make your daily bread by receiving bride while frailty
But do you know that, that man who was waiting in that blue van was about to donate blood to his sister
The sister who was at University, studying water management, but she died
I think she could have had better ways to treat that water which has cause diarrhea,and killed your innocent Gloria
And now you are scattering roses as you care?
No MR police officer sir SORRY BUT YOU HAVE KILLED YOUR OWN SON
to be cont,,
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Legen Tenni Poem
I will tell a poem that start with I and end with YOU
I’m so lucky to be in love
To have a willing hand to hold
To be given the worm in the times of cold
To be given the smile without being sold
And all of this Proclaims the faith that I have held and hold
I’m so lucky I’ve met my match
The angel that just fall from above
The angel that was presented to me as beautifully packaged gift full of beauty and love
The angel that in all means I just need to have
I am a lucky man now
After I always underestimated myself,
After I always tried to humble myself,
Love was a word I couldn't even say it to myself
But now, you have pulled me out from the corner of the darkest shelf
My life was just full of complications
But when it came to true affections
Settling was out of the questions
But after you came, I have all the solutions to my confusions
And all those solutions are packed in YOU
Pen by: Bryan AC Khonje
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Can I say something?
No no, don’t be stressed it is only a simple thing,
But can I ask you one thing?
Yes I just want to know before I say anything
Do you know that to me you mean everything?
I mean, do you know that in my heart you can be compared by nothing?
So will you be my heart’s chosen thing?
Or to you love is not a thing?
Penned by Tenni
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