"What an elder see siting down, if the young should climb an iroko tree, he/she might not see it"
I've walked miles without moving an inche from a spot
I need not climb the tree to see what an elder saw siting and even see beyond
For the world has become crystal clear enough for the blind to see
The happenings loud enough for the deaf to hear and take heed
Chaotic enough for the handicap to run as fast as they can
From the religion bigotry sickness
To the ethnicity intolerance madness
Or should we speak about the disgusting hypocrisy
Spreading rapidly like a virus without a cure nor prevention
Is there a way out of this mess?
I don't know
Will there ever be a sane atmosphere ?
I doubt, but I'll assume time ll tell
Let's just live a life and leave.
Because most of the time "common sense is not common "
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See Through Me: A collections of contemporary poetry and short stories
Poesia"See Through Me" is a captivating book filled with contemporary poetry and short stories that delve deep into the human experience. It takes you on a journey through raw emotions, vulnerability, and self-discovery. Each page invites you to see throu...
