MY FEAR.

We're boys orchestrated to hold pens;
Living our lives to paint
The ugly pictures of the society Into templates of beauty -
We're boys birthed to right wrongs.

But, what if this pen was stolen
And we're left as voices never to be heard?
Or what if we drive off our lane of destiny
Pursuing life's mirage?

What exactly would become of us?
And the wrongs we were raised to right?

I am Emmanuel
©2017.