The Shepard's Of Arcadia 7 Poem by Felix Emeka George

I do not know
What I have done wrong.
That the this life is not profitable
I principle There is no justice
Not in this world!
It's for only three sums
Those that were are unborn
I mean all the little angels,
Crying for sighting this life
Thus, were in dust top
Little to untie the life riddle
Still, all from the cradle,
Folks who hovers on the sky
And persons walking on the ground
like fish in the marine,
All together in swimming,
Though all men fall
it is but time And method that differs
In a life of peace and rest
We're all buried in a day.