'Not Only The Brave Survive' by Nnawuihe Wisdom Chisom

I’ll tell you of many sacred voicesAbout life’s inclinations on the mapsOf many’s wants and needs,The laments and cursing of the painsThat makes their eyes the cloudy skies of A long overdue rain

I’ll tell you of many self-death sentencesWhere one makes himself a scarecrow,Aligned and dangling by the road side,Elevating the wishes of many yonderTo give up immortality and live the lifeAnother took away

I’ll murmur to your hearing the mournful songsThat heralded the night zephyrs,Disturbing the peace of the birds that only loved the sounds of the Christmas carol songs,For I was also a crooner in the choir of wailers,Before I lost my voice to the course of sanity and honor

Son, not only the brave survive lifeThe patient also feeds from the same tableWalk not the path of the scornfulWhen life feeds you with tons of sewagefrom its bin,Even the smiles on my face holds no true formOf the wants of my heart

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