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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