Read at radio universe, university of Ghana, today 18th February,2007. Feel free and read...
This usually i sadly see
The shackles of fear
That coldly have me drifting
Wrapped in the dirty coat of death
He descends silently like dew
And this truth full well i knew
When it comes with gaunt shivering
I'll be waiting
I had always seen him
In sickness; that grim crippling disease
But don't question his image
Neither that which he holds
His nakedness, hollowness, or rage
For his footprints are heavy, untraceable, and cold
But what do i cry
Life blossoms pressure and pain
So death my brother i embrace
Daily we smile; day and night
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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