Sulaimon Afolabi Banjoko
Killing - Poem by Sulaimon Afolabi Banjoko
We kill at every step,
not only in wars,
riots and executions,
We kill when we closes our eyes to poverty, suffering and share.
In the same way all disrespect for life,
all hardheartedness, all disregardness,
all contempt’s is nothing else than killing.
With just a little witty scepticism
we can kill a good deal of the future in a young person.
Life is waiting everywhere,
the future is flowering everywhere,
but we only see a small part of it
and step on much of it with out feet.
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