Knock Knock Knock, A new Poet was born
To the left
To the right
Her inner thoughts
must abide by the rules
that govern us
Knock Knock Knock
and a new poet was born
It was daughter not a son
She delivered her message in a bottle
As the soldier ants passed on in a throttle
It's obnoxious to think
that there is only
a beginning, a middle and an end
To the oblivious
The prosperity of infinity
does have a role in life to play my dear friends
Knock Knock Knock
and a new poet was born
It was daughter not a son
She spoke out loud
There are unanswered questions
due to our limited restrictions
of comprehending matters
that surpass religion
We seek, we search and crave
for the unknown
Now it will be totally absurd
to think that the soul
is just another empty dark hole
And behold she said
I must insist
That force that we all fear
Is right here in our mist
in all the places where we drink and feast
Knock Knock Knock
and a new poet was born
It was daughter not a son
An escaped convict is on the run
She stood up and sang beautifully to the sun
My consience is loose and heavy
It weighs far too many tonnes
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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