Poetry

THING By Ibn Yahya

Written by Editor

Oh you that call yourself a thing
You got a little something
Out of so many things
You think you have everything
Let me tell you, you have nothing
In fact you are like a dead thing
If you are unable to identify the real thing
That make you a thing

You want to climb the hill
That is your will
Feeling you are at the top
Will make the world heal
When you can’t even feed the poor with a meal
Why can’t you chill
So that you won’t kill

It all started when you desire
So many things you can’t acquire
All what you admire
One day they will expire or perspire

This is an advice from my pen to you
Don’t long for things that is beyond you.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.