Poetry

The survival of the fittest

All the days along we have struggled

To make sure we jump this hurdle

The more we try to overcome

The harder it becomes

Like in a battle field

The stronger stand strong in the midst of the weak

Where men have the only hope of been killed

The weaker serves as meat

The rich becomes richer

While the poor becomes poorer

The rich stand like gods

To be worshipped by the poor like slaves

What a cannibalistic life?

Where men stomach serves as grave

The evil ones await hungrily like lions

Seeking for the innocent to devour and reap

Them into pieces.

What a taboo

For the son of man to say unexpected adieu

Who will be our Saviour? We fight harder to gain freedom

But still have to live in fear of been doom.

Cynthia Y. Felix

Aka Poet De Afrik

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