Many : francisthepoet

Many people know how to sing
That have got the voice
But don't know how to gather the traces and sail their goal.

Many people want to break through their limits
Soar and ascend high above
But the zeal is quenched, darkened and frozened
Shivering to temper their journey.



Many people want the voice to speak
They are trying hard but it's broken
They have beeen abused , bullied , dumped , used , looked down upon by vernims
Their voice is loudly silenced
Abruptly shadowed and deafened

Many people want to break free of their fear
That has coiled them in their shells by the fist of fear
But the bars of fear has engulfed their ego in the walls of cowardice
Like spending days in the underworld
Wasting the years of their life totally in the Chambers of fear.

Many people wants to love
But have no idea on how to go about it
Some even don't know the kind to love
Others can't digest love from lust
Some has got no one in mind and can't even make a choice.

Many people want to help
But has go no hands to hold
No legs to walk ,no ears to listen
No voice to advice , no eyes to see
No brain to think , no heart to feel.

But many people have got all these;
The voice to sing
The sword to cut through their limits
The voice to speak and be heard
Courage to break free their fear
The heart to love
The heart to feel and help others
But hiding under their ego
Camping all their know-hows
Right in the shells of their coconut
Enclosed with padlock of selfishness
These same people even torch the very seedlings that wants to sprout
Sucking the little nutrient right between their teeth
Yes ,many people have got all these
But who will impact?
Many people; you and I