Hey guys, exciting news is coming soon and we can’t wait to share it but for now, we have an extraordinary feature from Emeka also (@takenX12 ) on twitter. Personally, reading this poem actually made me think a lot. There are lessons to gain from this poem and I hope you enjoy it as I enjoyed it. Dont forget to share and comment
Our lives
Weak skins
Color plays no role
We are born to die
Justified by the fact
We face destiny in time
We are born weak
We are born innocent
Some say our destines are written
In the stars you could see
Do we pick our fate to succeed?
We dare not question our maker
But do we know we live just to die
Our flesh useless
Is it to confuse us
The good looks
The built form
The weakness is preyed on
Crawling creepy creatures
In the dark box
Reduced to bones
Our father knows all
Do we know if we’ll make hell
Or maybe find eternal peace
And stay on the streets of gold
Bright lights of heaven
Or do we suffer forever
Choices and tough decisions
Are we truly the advanced life form
Could we be alone in this universe
A billion years to come
Shall we still be alone
I forgot
We have only a thousand years
Emeka(@takenX12)
