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NOT ALL MEN CAN SURVIVE THIS RALLY.


All men are diseased
But this sickness won't surface yet
Like the bubbles dancing on the sea.
So by popular saying,
"We're all walking patients mocking the healers,
Cos the healers also needs healing".

Then I could tell you,
Mentally,
not all men can survive this rally.
Whilst some uphold the banner of survival
Some withdraw from the struggle.
Like the drip of tears from the eyes of a father
Feeding solid stony lies to his children.


Mentally,
Not all men can survive this rally.
Whilst some will fly high in this tornado
Some will crash brutally
Like an egg of hope thrown at a mountain of despair.

Mentally,
Not all men can survive this rally,
Whilst some will walk throw this stormy wind
Some will stumble effortlessly
Like the resounding happiness of a mother who just lost a seed.

Mentally,
Not all men can survive this rally.
Whilst some will sprout from this soil
Some will not germinate
Like love planted in the heart of a hate groomed child.

Whilst doom is certain for some,
Some will boom with ease, and other will need a hand to bloom.
Cos' mentally,
Not all can survive this rally.



Stylo

Comments

  1. Unknown16 October 2019 at 09:07

    Stylo has proven to know exactly how to mince words... Nice poem....

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  2. Chocolate17 February 2020 at 12:29

    💕

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  3. Anonymous31 October 2022 at 07:39

    Like the resounding happiness of a mother who just lost a seed.

    Please explain what this mean

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  4. Anonymous31 October 2022 at 07:43

    That reminds me of a story. A man is discharged from hospital and he complains somewhat bitterly you heal us just so we can get back on our feet, but you don't heal us after we are back on our feet. Like turning a key in a clockwork toy all right again.

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  5. Sofiat Oyewole14 February 2024 at 10:45

    I love the light house

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