DEATH LIFE

WHEN ALL IS FAIR

Even stones are blasted

By the creation of mind’s art

Man, who art thou

To put out light

In another’s candle?

In a journey

Which all are meat

For the insatiable earth

And hungry scavengers,

Who is who

To squash the flower

Of another which yearns like yours?

III

We’re in this race

We all have our paces

And move with our faces.

When one trips

On your account

Let it be free of your conscience

Then this game will be fair

And your conscience will be clear

I value the conscience

Than winning.

Tags COMPETITION, Life, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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