Children Of Men Poem by Funkekeme Akposeye

We are the children of men
That is why all we do are omens
But we can change
Can i get an amen
But we are all strange
All men
We are all arranged to be condemned
I find life in my paper and pen
Love on the rise like one to ten
Spread the news on CNN
Time and again
Every now and then
Got to remind there is so much to learn
We are the children of men
And i mean no offence
But i never liked the government
Life bent
So i cant be a gent
Forgive they as bitter as alomo
Forget times are as slippery as alomo
Forged in time like the Alamo
Do not want to be celebrated
Want to be the celebration
Do not want to be festive
Want to be the festival
Not to be liked
Never to be disliked
Who blesses you
What is your view
Top or bottom
Stop no lotto
My prime time photo
Dance slow
Till we are blown
By bombs
Or breeze
Till eyes close in eternal freeze
I say hello
I say hell cant be home
I am going to lead you
To where?
To paradise
See the world through my pair of eyes
How can you
get a sweet escape
From what?
Your own shadow
It is the end of the world
Look at what we found
Emotions kept in bounds
Bloodstains on pens
Children of men.