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TO HUMANS

 



Why feed from wickedness
As if it is highness?

All knees must bend to your dirty riches,
By the end you will never reach

The place that will surge your  anathematized soul to immortality
As you have dine your days in immorality.

You oppress young and old alike,
Even when the pains are not what they like

Human! What made you so wicked,
When your creature forged you without weakness.

Why make the earth you give nothing so damnable,
To your kind so unbearable

To what end with the oppression?
To what end this inhuman?

To what end your rusty affluence
That will soon be consumed in the furnace
Of time without your consent?

Why not affect life profitably
As you make peace with your God comfortably.

Humans, Remember that life is meaningless without others
For thru others we live in order.

To lift a leaf
Is to start afresh

Let's lift a new leaf of change
As we eye a fresh start birth by a new month.

Be ready to take the Hades walk
With deeds of good works.

Know that at a close of eyes, it is only your deeds of time past that will speak for you.

Life is too short for evil to prevail
And even shorter for good to travail.

This life isn't yours to preserve
Why not use it for good to triumph.

Happy new month, fellas!

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✍️ Patrick Ekong

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