we have to against all odds make it through,


A poem for survival

I see not the pages of books past
I live not by the words of unknown casts
Fear not that I may suffer a cataract of truth
For onto truth I hold, firmly with my fiery youth

The soul that cries from the topmost of hills
The sough I hear in the lowest of vales
All are sounds of a living will
We exist and it's not more of tales

Enslaved by demagogues of chicanery
Men have lost sight of love and humanity
With slatternly and dingy ways
They embrace the fetters day by day

The dream of a world we tinker about
Slowly fading into shadows of doubt
I love and I live, I live and I love
The troubles you see, I will and must solve





Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
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Written on 2007-07-23 at 14:57

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