47th President Poem: The Misconception of Life, by Leotis Hargrove

What is the inevitable problem of life?
It has everything to do with survival.
The predator always has a razor-sharp eye for his prey.
The prey is looming with no fear,
Only faith to surpass the outlook on life after death.
Why is GOD creations the only ones that kill?
Who is responsible for the bloodshed in the past?
Situations occur at one blink of an eye.
That is how fast it takes for one to die.
That goes for all of us,
No matter what race, color, gender, etc.
We as human the days are numbered.
The time has come for us to become the prey,
And the predators are the once to make us extinct.
And for what! Just to eat each other.
In order to strive from one day to the next.
As the moons glows the night turns into death and mayhem.
When the sun comes out to shine.
Life and deception revealed in the shadows.

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