Broken moon in a broken world
Lights shining scattered in a dark planet
Wisdom gone with the last August wind
Knowledge read only in myths and legends
Pity the crow, its years is many
Rummaging through a kingdom torn with glee
Glee I say in my deepest reasoning
But a world too many to be lighted
By that poor broken moon
Lighting the milky galaxy that has no coffee
Shrouded in the mysterious array of after life
Breathing scented airs from the atmosphere
Igenekwu knows
the rest
For the devil cannot be without a Hell
Neither will there be hell without humans
Broken world filled with broken people
Hope vanishing like a puffed out candle-light
Where could life have travelled to?
For puppets waiting to be moved it seems
Retired to their broken world they did
Waking each day to face the broken sun
Bidding the broken moon good night.
Joseph Success (Sacred Rose)
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