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Our thatched roofing
Homes was set ablaze
Mother's Sagging breast was clapping high, and the
Children ran for their dear lives.
I wonder why some die,
I still don't understand
why some still survive;
Despite, we all fight to live
And, yet we die ..
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I believe, life is a home of experiences
Some still make fool of themselves
By not giving up silly utterances about learning.
Strippers wouldn't cease clubbing
Prodigals wouldn't stop living lavishly.
People who Pick pockets, do have a story to tell
Destiny, a definite controller of fate, changes tides differently .
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I wonder why economy fall and rise,
Here I was, when
I heard a poor man shouldn't dream of rice.
I couldn't stop wondering why
I am one of those guys
I talked about,
And why destiny, has really favored me into reaching them through fate.
Mused...2016®