Created just through a breath,
Sculptured by the untrained architect,
Man came into existence.
Like a bird soaring in the sky,
He was esteemed by the most high,
To man was given all made substance,
Did he not for a fruit lose them and cursed to be mortal?
And so he continues on this path,
Still has he declined to from the crooked route depart,
Throwing blames at the creator's face,
Not considering the gain hidden behind his pain,
Treading on the regretful lane,
Short sighted to see the shelter for the rain.
Chasing the hall of fame,
Humanity had forgotten life is not a game,
On this stage he plays,
Scarcely does he let God assume his place.
__Nimisire
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