THE GIANT PEN ANTHOLOGY 201
This is the world of ant
Where strength is cost.
The maze and power are
Poweless for all power
Lies within your power.
A world that gives what you give.
If the eyes could see beyond its vision
If the night could be naked just for once
If man could trace his own destiny lines
Wealth would have been less honoured
Hustles and bustles done purer
Unvain struggle in a vain world
On this sit is power with potency
Not that many fire doesn’t burn to flame on the sit
Or maybe not flammable enough
But one makes remaining its disciples
As it make itself diamond among stars
And also right itself on the sky of all others.
There’s an abode.
Only the giant could ascend.
Ants, no place for you.
Toddlers, you’ve got to grow up.
Weaklings, where is your strength?
No room for lazy goodies.
What’s it like to actually rock
The sparkling seat of erudition?
What’s it like to be measured up
To a standard of scholastic art?
The world waits, yet why do we wait?
Our tenacity could see us through.
For ye ruling
From that majestic throne,
Not to forget who you are.
For the people ye rule
Are the wills of the society
The gods, the social deity.
Survival of the fittest in another form.
Rule the world with only your worth.
Control with wisdom or achieve anyhow.
Win the race to earn your status.
Your wealth and status are from the ballot box.
Is this the right method – well, I can’t tell.
Here and there,
Social media flushes with expensive posts,
Musicians fight to be crowned kings,
Here and there,
Political unrest everywhere,
Politicians wrangles to get top seats!
Come, o ye talented
Assemble for the sake of dissembling
Let your worth be made known
Though it really would have no significant
After one is from you made a ruler
Then you will with them be his servant.
There’s a crown over there-
It only awaits the saint.
On the return of the Messiah,
A felon would stand in a courtroom-
Naked and shameful without an advocate
And all our reward shall be given according to our deed.
This is a seat
Only the coward can occupy
After defeating the battalion
Like a sunshine in the dark
He shall rule and reign
Reaping the fruit of his strength
Life’s a noble birthplace
Shoveled with many intentions
Many wants the mansion and expansion
Still can’t stand the tension and opposition
What hope do we have without knife!
Keep your voice down, ’cause of strife.
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