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SOME BELIEVE…



Some believe the earth is flat
Some believe the earth is spherical
It is just a matter of where they stand
Their foots dictates their perception

Those who know, do not know why
Those who do not, never cared
I share in their ambience of pains
For lack of knowledge is destruction
Abundance of knowledge is confusion

Some believe the world changes people
Some believe people change the world
I stand in-between their battle
For what they think is their conceivable right

Some believe in the supernatural being
Some doubted the existence of mystical powers
Those who see cannot read signs
Those who can read cannot see the signs

Every struggle is a life’s sacrifice
The sweat and blood of some
Freedom demands from us
What our ancestors died for because of us
Do not mock
For they shall mightily curse your children
To curse you to your face

Appreciate the little life you have got
Enjoy life while you still breathe
Be mindful of little life offers
For there is little difference for each day

Religion is the modern wall of partition
With it, the chords of love is broken
Their Founders buried lens of truth
And the followers brawl over persistent ignorance
But wisdom should tell man
That the dealing of the creator
Varies from man to man

I read little books these days
I read much of the authors
There in every book is a clog of fabrication
Every author is as confused as you are

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