Mere Men Gods Poem by Yewande Adedokun
Mere Men Gods
Wonder why there are no black flowers
Do not ask me, ask God
The outer layer of every soul is laced with anger
But the best of us wear their souls inside out to begin with patience
We all have fears as the second
The world is exactly what we create
We are slaves to knowledge
Not knowing more than what we know
The ones with wisdom controls
The mere men gods also shut their eyes at sunset
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4/25/2024 3:27:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow! Great poetry, Yewande Adedokun. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.