Lawrence s. Makola

Rookie (10/03/1979 / Motetema)

Faces - Poem by Lawrence s. Makola

From birth till now
When I sleep and wake up
Walking or jumping
I come across faces

Most are innocent
Others are frightening
While others grows not
Most are cosmetically different
While few are eye catching

I saw many speeches or unsung songs
Well captivated on dry wrangles
I saw hatred in some faces
The bitterness of ages
The grudge held against
The already gone souls

Yes faces are a good ostentation
The good device to cover evil blots
The wall before the truth
The deepest oceans of lies
Forest of back biters
What a miracle

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 2010

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