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Imperative Imperfection

Had the world been created perfect,
It would have been an empty basket
Hanging on His thoughts and arts
Dropping heavily independent of fate
Flesh and bones shall all be perfect
Competing with souls to stand eternity.

Had the world been created perfect,
It would have been an empty basket
Hence out of His breathe He did justice
Striking a balance for coexistence
Harboring all in the city of His superiority
As nothing but pencils in His sight.

Had the world been created perfect,
It would have been an empty basket
Filled with population of one race
Or a single breathe of common face
But He has created diversities
So life would not be a nonentity.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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