MIRROR'S CORNER

RAGS

Thy works at the reverence of your
mouth,
Mighty in thy sight like the mount
called Everest.
None can without you accomplish a
thing,
In thy words “everything is
based on you”.
You classify life as a ratio of
being useful and important,
With your attitude, you
established a meticulous arrogance.

Nothing can be compared to your
rashness
For thou art the classification of
naught.
Your passion drives on a milky
universe,
Painting the world cream in your
sight.
You’re just a rag in this little
big world,
Your importance is just as null as
your passion.
The little drops of water and oil
on every floor,
Motivates your despicable attires
and inflicts your passion.
Believe whatever you want to; rag,
The bell of reality will soon bang
on your head.
written by Tokede Daniel
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