Nothing Is what it Is
I will do first
What I do best
Which is
Sitting on top of the rest
The biggest
Carry
The smallest
The strongest
Carry
The weakest
The opposite is not true
I looked at the pyramids
I beheld the highest
Was the smallest
Then I looked at the trees
Always elavating the youngest
When I was young
I was innocent
When I was younger
I was a saint
When I was youngest
I wasn't this faint.
How can I remain young
I wish to be forever small
The child me loves to play
The man in me loves to worry
The leader in me loves to pray
The follower in me leads astray
All these goverments
Are what they are because of us
Hidden behind the garments
Is that leaders are the smallest
But they control all of us
Us their firm foundation
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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