john chizoba vincent

Gold Star - 14,238 Points (18 may 1990 / Aba, Abia stae)

Life Is Unfair - Poem by john chizoba vincent

LIFE IS UNFAIR

Teach the children of tomorrow
For tomorrow holds more pains,
Lie within the oasis of hatred for love is far.
The lilies of power can witness the aroma
Of flavoured words in my dying mouth,
Defend the unbelieve of motherearth to the nature.
In the world lies life and death although;
When a man question the gods, he becomes
More stupid to the core because men are wiser
Than the gods now.

Believe not the noise from the air,
Believe not the fake work of the sun,
Believe the moon has no season and;
The cloud has no reason to doubt my wisdom,
The wisdom of the wise comes from their stupidity
Through the evolution of the world.

Life isn't fair enough to mankind,
The world is a wicked place to be
Looking at the heartless earth joying.
Life is unfair to humanity,
He is partial to mankind, treating us differently;
Some fly with wings, some have no wing to fly.
Some have whilst others have none to look at.
Your wish a nightmare that remove your panties,
Dreams hurt more than having them not.
The unborn is better than the man who lives
On earth, gain all the wealth there of but another
Foolish inherit it back to back.

Life treats some badly whilst others
He treats rightly without blemish,
Life has treats some scornfully
Sucking out the remains of their joy.
Mother against her daughter, son against fathern
Father defile his daughter, son bed his sister;
Blood meet same blood, and no atmosphere for it.
Life is unfair to mankind treating us differently.

The world is wicked, the earth is heartless,
The sand is cruel and the sun, a traitor.
Who is man anyway that he strive all day long?
Why do we have no eyes of what tomorrow shall be?
Shoudn't we be permitted to number our days?
Man today, dust tomorrow, then why life anyway?
Life has treated us thou and we cry out our mouths,
Send the letter of agony to the world, let them read.
Let the angry parrots wipe those tears in their eyes,
For tears means nothing but an avenue of sufferness
To man.

Life, to some is full of sickness, problems and misery,
To some; it is full of goodies and happiness,
To the others, it is but troubles, sorrow and agony.
To others, it is rock hidden below water at love feast,
While they feast with you.
Life, a shepherd who feed itself without fear,
Waterless cloud carried here and there by wind,
Fruitless trees in late autumn, having died twice
And having been uprooted, man today; dust tomorrow.
Life, a wild waves of the sea that cast up
The foam of its own shame and disquist,
Stars with no set course; for which the blackest
Darkness stands reserve forever.
'Life is for running, if you won't run, situation will
Over take you' but some had run but the trophy is not seen.
Oh! Life itself meaningless and worth nothing to offer.


Our poverty comes as one that travels
And our mind needs as armed men with black faces.
Our destinies are not equally distributed,
We toil all night with no result whilst
Some work little but abundant is giving to them.
You build another inherit with joy while you perish,
You know not your date like the fish in the water
Knows not when it will be caught by the hook.
Life is meaningless, the journey of life itself is hopeless.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

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Comments about Life Is Unfair by john chizoba vincent

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/7/2015 12:53:00 PM)


    Yes, life is unfair to humanity. Nice work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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