Life is so cold
When your companion
Are those who see you in dim
And believe you in doubt
Life is lonely
When your soul
Is sweated by bodies
Dead to your vision
Ready to write odds of your actions
Your climbing ladder
Will be attacked by moths
When the cheering lips
Are sycophants
You will die alone
Amidst of cheering crowd
Do not hear the songs
That demean your pride
Just tame your arrogance
When all falls at their pleasant place
To those who talked
Against your soar to the zenith
Do not retaliate
For their stone also shot you high
You will be cold
When you hunt every birds that fly over your roof
And you will die lonely
When you invest your might in vengeance
JK Anyanwu
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