Thou have chose this way.
People grumble yet have nothing to say.
They call thee mighty and dreadful,
Be not proud for thou art not so.
Thou have create enemies and rivals within,
The universe and things in it are not with thee,
People's heart falls off whenever you pay.
Why have thou chose this way?
Doors, windows, houses are shut,
This is all your fault.
Chaos and grieve are what you give,
Forever darkness is your fate and belief.
Why have thou chose this way?
Noble men and women are no where to be found.
Non is an exception of your wrath,
Non breath able are all per takers of thy cruel act.
But thou have chose this way.
Death
Victor Ekwueme
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 05/03/2020
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Poem topics: breath, fate, heart, noble, women, forever, fault, create, universe, chaos, belief, people, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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