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Sharp claws of no comparison, seven inch-long teeth;
Red eyes like the blood of its prey, noble spots.
Blessed to the feet but still no heart within;
Joy gotten from majority pain, no cares for one.
Its uniqueness calls for a unique prey.
Eye of the jungle, tentacles coated with emeralds.
Gentle and harmless, peace and love are tattoos from nature;
Beasts are beneficiaries of its magnanimity, they look up to her.
Her precious tentacles are her pillars, she cannot stand without them.
Why do sharp claws take pleasure in devouring the eye?
Ripping her, tentacle by tentacle, soon her entire being.
If the light went out, there would be chaos in the jungle.
Only the Creator can rescue her from her dilemma.
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charles
my name is charles okafor,i am a nigerian. i love life as God has created it (naturally). i am a very quite person and it affects my choice of things in life. i am also God fearing.
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Good expression Adelusi Oluwafemi Temidayo-Don | Apr 28th, 2008
i love your stuff boy. Keep it up and never stop to tongue the tongue.
Ally | Apr 28th, 2008
hey charles
your poem is beautiful, and i'm glad to see that you're so open to love God and the life he's given us! your poetry reflects hurt and suffering, but reassures us that there's only One who can save us. Thank you!
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