Message To Oliver
I I beckoned the elders of your time, To tell me why the trail of your kind always request for more. II They told me be it of blood, clan, race, or habit, Even if your tongue crawled up, You will still demand with gestures. III To you and your descendants i opine, Who sees stars, yet craves for moonlight, Who gets the rays of the rainbow, Yet demands for brown, Who sees the intensity of the sun, Yet utter for lightening. IV Let me tell you one thing that can quench your thirst, Welcome the grim reaper to your soul, And dine in the realm of contentment. . Thomas Oluwatosin © Fearless Lines
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