Oh, The Sermons!

Season aren’t feasible
By the duress of convention
And no conclusion is without bias.
Conclusions could be geographical!

The strong are the weak
The weak are the weak
They have lost nothing
And are still no champions.
The weak are no heroes
The weak could never dare for will

The strong are comforted by memories
The act of memory transcending
The submerged to trance.
But that precarious art would
Ever dilapidate earth.
True will original mentor
The strong can resume from their pause.
It only takes the fallen to

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poem by Nichola Okoro
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