The co-existence of living things
Where you travel in a period of a second.
I traveled to get you some treasures.
Sadly I have brought you nothing.
It is the land of only teachers
No learners.
It is the land of only landlords
No tenants.
It is the land of only men
No women.
It is the land of only adults
No children.
It is the land of only darkness
No light.
It is the land of only science
No humanity.
It is the land of only bosses
No workers.
It is the land of only satan
No Jesus.
It is the land of only patients
No doctors.
It is the land of only animals
No plants.
It is the land of only vanity
And nothing.
Now son, before I descend, hear this:
No man is nothing.
No man is everything.
Every man is something.
You have your story to tell,
So do I.
Poetry by Richard Chongo
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Written on 2008-09-25 at 14:05
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LAND OF VANITY
My son, I went to a very far place,Where you travel in a period of a second.
I traveled to get you some treasures.
Sadly I have brought you nothing.
It is the land of only teachers
No learners.
It is the land of only landlords
No tenants.
It is the land of only men
No women.
It is the land of only adults
No children.
It is the land of only darkness
No light.
It is the land of only science
No humanity.
It is the land of only bosses
No workers.
It is the land of only satan
No Jesus.
It is the land of only patients
No doctors.
It is the land of only animals
No plants.
It is the land of only vanity
And nothing.
Now son, before I descend, hear this:
No man is nothing.
No man is everything.
Every man is something.
You have your story to tell,
So do I.
Poetry by Richard Chongo
Read 782 times
Written on 2008-09-25 at 14:05
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