touching poem Emeka, life many times is unfair but sometimes not as unfair as we treat ourselves
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 4, 2005
My finger will loot treasures
my hand will cart away reserves
the bigger my booty,
the many my titles.
It sure is a messed up world.
Yet out of this feeling of hopelessness. The fact that their greed is seen so clear and dispised. Goodness will overcome this vile act of evil..
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my hand will cart away reserves
the bigger my booty,
the many my titles.
It sure is a messed up world.
Yet out of this feeling of hopelessness. The fact that their greed is seen so clear and dispised. Goodness will overcome this vile act of evil..
Love Tinka