The Choice is Mine
At infant, there were fights
As a teen, there were challenges
As an adult there are confusions
Should I go bad?
The choice is mine
The choice is mine
To decide schooling
To go entreprenuring
To go stealing
The choice is mine
Out in the world
Are the missing ribs of men
Some ribs entangled with prostitution
Others- still with the blood of virgins
To find my rib, the choice is mine
They say, politics is a dirty game
Is for the selfish and over ambitious
Those who kill for seats
And to their background- despise
To join them, the choice is mine
I have heard of heaven, equally hell
Heaven for the good
Hell for the bad
To walk toward any
The choice is mine.
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