Bo Bo Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

They, believing the fact that they were wiser, looked down upon their brothers, thinking to themselves that they were more advanced: gave their opinion not a factual that was based solely personal about them, reflecting nothing good.

Their given viewpoint captures the majority of the host's aims shortly changing those purposed not equal to them: declaring a noble position over them themselves more superior, judging some among them lesser, left as this lower.

They anointed themselves with titles and placed higher crowns, applauding, creating a dissimilarity and a vast distinction from them: composing with their speculations this indifference.

The reality of who they actually were: they could impose their viewpoints, and select their opinions, yet couldn't erase who they were in life.

So, life's bottom line, it seems no one was created from another person's desire: our formation was from the light and darkness, meaning all formed were equal.

No, bo bos.