My color is black, heart same and dark
My nature is back, every season I bark
Every season I take something valuable in art
Every season there is a reason for an act
Every season I don’t live but I visit and track
Every season there is a reason:
To why the old dies
And young ghost away so soon and fast
I never take bribe yet I steal an art
Away from the land of red bloods
Even without or with a silver spoon
I’m still encoded in vein and heart
Too short, too tall, slim or fat
Weight or weightless, gravity I am
Even a therapist cannot change
Every season I steal an art.
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
(C) 2012
https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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Death.
With this shadow of doubt cast on Vincent, modern Catholic theologians are loosening their loyalty to his long standing rule.
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