What if,
our fore parent had not eaten the forbidden fruit

We won't be dying

What if,
the great mother hadn't swallowed hers,

She wouldn't have been the board of pain to our ladies.

What if,
the angel didn't throttle his throat
We won't have a lump called *oesophagus*

What if,
they hadn't done that

There won't be an old man called *death,*
There won't be hatred,
There won't be discrimination,
There won't be hell.

Love will forever exist,
We shall never die

*(Ismail junaid Oluwadamilare alias (paciolo pen saint) is an aspiring poet*