Is it a soldier taking a death bullet for his enemy’s son?
Is it picking up trash from where it is not suppose to be?
Is it a surgeon heartbroken over the one he loses in the battle of healing?
Is it a woman loving a man to the fullest?
Is it a hidden identity of a dark and intensified nature of a sort?
Is it holding on to life as possible as you can?
Is it a mother alluring a group of enemy soldiers to her private corners so her child could escape for a chance of another moment of breathe?
Is it dying for a belief ?
Humanity is a representation of subconscious oath that our closeness makes for us.
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Poems about life 2 : Dumb Old Jack
In the streets of Folly town, Dumb Old Jack skipped and hopped. Nonsensical rants favored by the masses but never admired. Come, witness the legend that no one desires to be like. Infamous, daftness earned him an undisputed spot in the lime light.
“Hello Jack, how are you?” They ask. “I love being dumb!” Jack replies with such joy,” The crowd laughed and cheered: “Jack, tell us your favorite color” “Color blind!” Jack replied cheerfully. Laughter filled the room. “Why do you love being called dumb?” The whole crowd cheered and clapped. As they watched and waited to hear what mindless thought the fool has to offer.
