perfect strangers
poem by:
Sunday Obande
Written
on Oct 02, 2013
We are all perfect sttangers living in an uncertain world of vanity where security and peace itself has become obese with sore lucre and has journeyed far,far away from humanity . Oh! What a pity mother earth. Awake,wake up i say and unveil thyself for a gleaming future. Oh,for i have become a stranger whereever i reside. Both in the north,south,east and west a perfect stranger is what i am and would be till thy kingdom shall come.
Tags: sad, depressing, confused, pain, dark,
