Empire State Of Mind. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

We can end this war in the world
without trace of bloodshed and
dark tears leaking on earth's surface.
Our bodies shall not be pages of bruises,
Peace is possible among humanity.

Our tomorrow shall be written with roses,
we can turn here a paradise earth,
Heaven on a graceful feet of the earth;
tears apart, weeping shall know no more
of our weakness dangling in the suffocated air.

Harmony could be an advocate of freedom,
pleasure, a pleasurable journey of mankind,
our iniquities not visible in the arms of
fifty shades of sensational sorrow lurking;
for we are here for each other' weakness.

Our noseful bodies shall not be named glutton
sucking all the air meant for all dignities.
Through the empire state of the mind,
we will build homes not forest of vale
if we fall not into the sweet lies of war.

Make not the sky broken again and
float on high over vales and hills...
if we crumbles, we'll rise breaking
walls of disunity of blood which
lies in bound that holds man.

©John Chizoba Vincent