Treasure Island

FREEMAN DAVID

(20 07 1991 / LAGOS, NIGERIA)

CHANGES


Change is inevitable in life but men has denied this fact.
My nation is stagnant and corrupt.
My world is permanent and egregious
If all I got is time then I cant act timid.

A life without a change is death.
Sellasie change Africa why cant I change the world.
We have all patronize permanence and derelict change.

Good is going and Man remains behind because we avoid change.
Of what profit will permanence give men that they jettison change in such.

What man call change is just 'A much-ado about nothing'.
I am changing and I am taking no man with me so they wont hinder me.
If you need change then you need no man.

Submitted: Monday, November 29, 2010
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