AbaramorejeThe cosmos was made and it was good
A master piece of creativity personified
To immortals it was given as custodians
Freedom was given and choice was currency
Am confused as I write these lines
The thought of a snail destroying its shell
Such was the case of these terrestrial beings
Little by little the shell is crumbling
Unto us cosmos was given as stewards
We began to device ways for better living
On this voyage we are destroying the tower
Tower that has been our protective cage
I look and see a massive abuse
Because she’s not vocal they continued
With tears rolling down her eyes
The pains like a woman in labor
You take from her never given back
You labour her yet choose to starve her
She opens her arms with no reservations
Yet these arms you inflict injuries and hurts
Push to the wall with no more space
Now the silent is now speaking
Now faced by her wrath we are confused
Thousands dies at her every enunciation
Oluwole Ayinla (Mc.Smatt). November, 2012
one of the profound poems I have ever read. Please, keep it up
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