BOYS
Boys poem.
BOYS
Boys are not mean,
neither are they coward
but of bold concept,
willing to sacrifice
for others’ well-being.
They create,
They disciple,
They admonish,
They hate injustice,
They liberate,
They love to be loved,
They’re born with genuine inventions,
They deserve better,
They’re not a waste,
neither a bunch of idiots,
NO! Never they are.
Creativity is their dignity,
in their hormones,
all creatures are born
and life is given to them.
Boys are not trash,
they’re not stupid,
nor arrogant
But patient
to bring out the best
in all challenges of life
with a godly character.
In them, nations are created,
They don’t cry foul
nor bow to failure
rather they harness the failure
to create and build a country…
Their words are impregnable,
they’re not of incapable
neither ones of shamefacedness
but ones of righteousness…
In their growing up
They see tomorrow,
with a great mind
of navigating into the galaxy of stars.
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(I miss you my boy Malvin Jasi ????)