14 October 2006

Fate


Let me be a man of wisdom
And investigate the issues of fate
What is the fate of the onlooker?
That Time has yet to decide
But the Omnipotent One
Has decreed our path
Time is a sense of Man
Fate is concealed in the mists
Of which God alone has the knowledge

2 comments:

aderinto said...

Am Tope From Nigeria I read alot of Articles on this site and am always of believe we can still leave as on big family in this World here is a little Poem from me to the WOrld at Large.

am just writing this poem of the top of my head
This poem isn't going to be something I have reheresed or read.
This is just going to be a poem based on what's on my mind
That is, I am sad that I was born in the the 80's and I grew up seeing so much hate
There is so much racisim in this world, when will we reach that gate
The gate, that will set the stars, and stereotypes and hatred free
that will make a difference in our happiness internationally
The day a black male doesn't have to fear when he walks into a room full of white men
and he can be looked at as equal, instead of a suspect in stealing another man's pen
A day a white female will be able to dance, and listen to rap and hip hop
and doesn't have to try twice as hard cause of her colour, to be considered in the top
The day that people can get a equal oppurtunity to a job
Leaving no one, out needed to rob
Why is this so hard for people to accept, or look past skin
stop worrying about colour, and start to worry about sin
White male and females, have cheated beaten and robbed
Black male and females, have had difficuties with rythm, playn' sports, and sobbed
Whether your white, black,or any other race
No one is perfect so stop, stereotyping people on the colour of their face
We have already so much war, hunger, and hurt in life
Why can't we just live, and work together equally, and make whom ever you want your wife.

aiman said...

Beautiful poem, Am Tope. Keep it up :). I like the lines: "Whether your white, black,or any other race / No one is perfect so stop, stereotyping people on the colour of their face / We have already so much war, hunger, and hurt in life."