One tunnel, two ends with so many bends
And piercing needles, caught in the middle
Where each of them say; theirs is the right way.

Joy and bridle, religion they fiddle
With bends of believes and needles of grieves
In tunnel called earth, two ends; life and death.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu