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Harrison Khando Poem
Let the games begin, may the best swimmer win, so is the tale at inception.
Unlike Michael Phelps, we are no geniuses at backstrokes.
It's a miracle, out of millions of possible combinations, we even won the race.
Just imagine a field of billions of people that all look the same, it's crazy right. But is it really though.
So mysterious is the miracle of life that everyone is different but yet we are all uniquely the same.
Superficially the mould may look different, white, black, yellow, green whatever. but strip away the skin the blueprint is I am.
It's crazy in away we sort the mysterious ways elsewhere, when it's right infront of us.
It's on our friend, it's permanently glued on us, it's on our enemies, it's everywhere, just take a look in the mirror or the person next to you, that reflection, that image is I am.
But despite being so lucky, out of all creation to wear the god image, the image of love, the image of Peace, the image of everything good.
Yet despite being the walking image of I am, somehow we are anything but evil, the chief engineers of doom, talk of Abuse, bigotry, corruption, genocides, wars, the dictionary is long and endless.
What have we become, only the face maker knows.
Copyright © Harrison Khando | Year Posted 2018
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Harrison Khando Poem
When I open the history books and hit the ground running.
my boots quake in fear as I race across the verses.
Doomed are the people not rooted in the past, once the rot sets in, originality goes to the gallows.
I wonder when did the west become a crystal ball, a little of pac's life to spice up your life and the local taste is trash.
Wisemen once said beauty is in the sense(s) of the beholder, but all I see is beauty is from the west.
Who wants the local wear anymore when you can dress up like kanye west.
Who wants to dance to the local drum when drake beats hits the waves.
Who wants to look black anymore like icarus who flew too close to the sun when you can breach.
Hell everyone is hitting the saloon to cocoon their hides in acids until they are light.
If it looks like a duck and dress like a duck, quacks like a duck it's a shame the is white.
Copyright © Harrison Khando | Year Posted 2018
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