Offspring; a poem.

 Offspring

Our lives like river

Flowing as water without wave

Beating against the storm, we move

Sleeping like Jonah in the ship when the sea roar


As the storm beat against our boat

We fight only for survival

We ask, why should we fight?

If life really has a meaning that quiver


Trembling, shaking, many look for exist

Doors, not to the living but to the dead

They think death gives life more rest

This also is vanity

That brings weakness to men’s hearts


How will you say, I am here for nothing?

When the creator said

He made me in his image

After his own wonderful likeness, tainted,

With his glory, what an identity?


Indeed I am here for something,

Greater than my existence, than the breathe in my nostril

To please and worship God, because I am His offspring.


Ademola

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