Why Humans are so down and pale,
No wings or fins even a tail,
Our envy for the creatures small,
A feather to lift a bird and all,
I want a wing as big as me,
If enemies come not run but flee,
A fish and snake all have a scale,
Oh, beautiful touch like a big blue whale,
We know we must be what we are,
In life, our brains will always go far,
Theirs one thing in creatures that give us fame,
Our sense of thinking is never the same,
We’re great in making but our minds bent,
As children to father’s, we’re never content.

STAR POET: ndubuisisammy2018@gmail.com

Recommended Articles

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *