Time For Change

By Ubah Kingsley Emylite 15 months ago



I have traveled round my body

Beyond the shadow of my eyes

To see those portraits my father hung

At the cerebrum of my focal reasoning


And I saw the flaws left behind

By his faceless bears

Dancing with the stars of my agony 

At the end gap of my throat


Like the stars of the Christmas parole

Breathing in the same atmosphere with my tongue

Then I realized the mystery beyond my misery

The very reason for my comeliness


Now I must change my vocal skills

To impeach the deserster

My fears brought to me

In a way of the unknown principles


I have traveled round

And met the morals of purity 

It's time to sculpture a new world

For the time for change is now

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