All the days along we have struggled
To make sure we jump this hurdle
The more we try to overcome
The harder it becomes
Like in a battle field
The stronger stand strong in the midst of the weak
Where men have the only hope of been killed
The weaker serves as meat
The rich becomes richer
While the poor becomes poorer
The rich stand like gods
To be worshipped by the poor like slaves
What a cannibalistic life?
Where men stomach serves as grave
The evil ones await hungrily like lions
Seeking for the innocent to devour and reap
Them into pieces.
What a taboo
For the son of man to say unexpected adieu
Who will be our Saviour? We fight harder to gain freedom
But still have to live in fear of been doom.
Cynthia Y. Felix
Aka Poet De Afrik
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