I'm not even a soldier, yet I have fought my own battles
Conquering some territories without a single commander
I'm not decorated, yet I have earned my very own titles
Enjoying all royalties, God Almighty has been my provider
I'm a man but beyond all measures, I'm mighty blessed.

I'm not even an astronaut, yet I have touched the deep skies
Soaring the galaxies and seeing beyond my very own dreams
I'm not even wealthy or connected, yet my needs God supplies
Touring many kingdoms and eating cakes topped with creams
I'm just a man but beyond all measures, I'm mighty blessed.

I wasn't considered a writer, yet I wrote inspirational quotes
Inspiring mortal souls to wake up, wise up and fight to the end
I'm not even a laureate, yet I produced classic iambic notes
Encouraging people to live on, move on and never ever bend
I'm just a man but beyond all measures, I'm mighty blessed.

I'm a man who writes not for glory, but for a very deep cause
Awaking the slumber souls of all faded dreams to take a flight
I am just a nomadic poet endeavoring to inspire without pause
Hoping to help those with aspirations and desires to just fight
I'm just a man but beyond all measures, I'm mighty blessed.

Ivan Brooks Sr©️

Tonight my empty soul misses its angelic mate
With whom every precious moment was a date.
Wonderous strides makes you look so beautiful
Press your lips to my soul, let's curdle and be delightful
Do you see the rainbow flower that I've become?
Come to me, love of my life, for love injection, come.
Come with me let's fly beyond today and go somewhere
Like migratory birds, let's hop, there and everywhere.
Right now with you I can't see through amourous hues
Yet I love you beyond jazz, rock and rhythm and blues.
Each moment with you makes me beam with smiles
Tonight I rest Assured that the passion fruits is mines.

IBPoetry©
2/5/2018

My mind is on a poetic fire
And right here, right now,
I'll write until Shakespeare
Becomes rain and falls down.

My hands are on a mission
And I won't quit right now.
For I'll write without season
Until I become very known.

My imagination right now,
Is already at full throttle.
I'm afraid it might just blow
Up like a very hot oil bottle.

My mind and every fiber
In my oddly wired brain,
Is set on a hot poetic fire,
I'll gamble with words till I win.

IBPoetry©
4/17/2018

When man mortal with a title
Becomes vile and self righteous ,
He walks around with the Bible
Holy acts and all sacrilegious
Carrying LBGQT rainbow banners
Hailing the devil's temporal empire ..
Accomplished false pretenders
Adorned in bright priestly attire
Those revered by man mortal
Who himself discovered religion
But have lost God Himself in total
God the grandmaster of creation,
Who made everything in days
And created mankind in his image
When man transgressed in fleshly ways ,
He taped Agape love to the damage .
And for himself, God created mankind
Then by mankind , God was created
For mere control and mastermind
And to do this the world was reinvented
By man because he wants to play God
But lacks God's divine omniscience
So man can't become his own overlord
Bless the limitation of his intelligence .

To live, Embrace Peace
Walk with Ease.
To everyone,
Speak in a soft tone.
To people, show love,
One day you'll need love.

©IB-Poetry
11/2/2018

When one woman cries somewhere
God sends storms the same afternoon
Torrential rain falls elsewhere
And Heaven pours down monsoon.

Whenever she's happy and smiling
Sun shines brightly in all dark places
life sprouts and plants start growing
Souls brighten and everything balances.

I pay great homage to my Africa
The continent of a million cultures
Roots of the Dreadlocks of Jamaica
Jambo Africa, land of the vultures
Akwaba to the Eden of Black people
Ancient Africa mother of humanity
The world still feed at your diseased table
Oh, Africa, custodian of nature's bounty.

Mama Ebony, you've forever represented since creation
Thy cornerstones are planted on top of Pharaoh's tomb
Oh Timbuktu, cradle of ancient education
Blessed is thy beautiful dark womb.
Lined with fertile dark mineral soil
Eternal volt of the Ashanti gold
Adorned with gems, smeared with oil
Yet not half of your story has been told
Volcanos fuels silently off your gas
Land of Akana, guidance of the sun
Your Pyramid stands where it once was
Watching time and age having some fun.

Ivan Brooks Sr

Someday I'm going to wake up
From my old rocking chair,
Somewhere far beyond this shore
And begin writing a memoir on my laptop.
The title, though vague and mundane,
Will encapsulate the tales of my life's journey.

In it, I will say less about money
or the girls I once called honey.
But I will rather mention that one special lady;
Who stood by me and only called me baby.

I'm going to dedicate an entire chapter to my people,
I'm going to talk about their resilience to the struggle.
There will also be a chapter dedicated to love;
Love for mankind, my family and the man above.

I'm also going to make mention of all the things I have done.
Be it good or bad, I will write even if it takes the afternoon.
One by one I will write down everything I did wrong.
After that, I'll play me my favorite Bob Marly song,

That one that tells the story of slavery and redemption.
In that particular one, I will use a little procrastination...
And at the very end of that memoir, I will give thanks to God,
For grace upon my life, my kids, my hustle and for spoken word.

Someday I will wake up far beyond this shore,
and write the final chapter of my life's journey.
I will then reveal the last wish of my life before I die.
I swear it will be so funny, it'll make every reader laugh.

IB-Poetry ©️
3/25/2018

A good man is a great man because
He is selfless and not reckless
He's down to earth and seeks no wealth
He will sacrifice everything he has to help others
A good man wishes for nothing but love
He maintains peace and harmony with his brothers.

A good man will humble himself and strive
And will only seek his people's welfare
His ego will shrink and he'll at all times,
Never with his brother, engage in conflict and warfare.

A good man is a great man because
He sees the good In everything and everyone
He frowns upon ego and embraces everyone
For his fellow man, he'll do just about anything.

A good man is a great man because
His soul is pure and his deeds are noble
A good man's character will be flawless
He is morally just and very very humble
He is content and desires no ill-gotten wealth

✍️ #IvanBrookspoetry©️

Against the timeline of nature
Freed from the conformity of it all
Are people who refused to fit in the picture
Yet expect their voices to stand tall.
Informed but confused, they obey no rules
hyped,alert,opposed, society labels them as silent rebels
Like hippies, many hate rules yet abhor ridicules
The same people who make troubles
I call them the regiment of the clock
They call themselves freethinkers
Yet others call them legends on the block
Their views and feelings are always written on banners
Always grouping and marching like ducks,
Silent Rebels are always against something
Either against those making heavy bucks
Or those in total control of everything.

Learn to always love yourself
For it's the realest and greatest love of all
Learn to prop and balance thyself
I guarantee you'll never ever fall .

Learn to always say the truth
They say it will always set you free
Don't trust words from a man's mouth
Some truths will hang you from the tree .

Learn never ever to believe a living man
For man to man is so very unfair
Learn to never trust a beautiful woman
Many things fits beneath her long hair .

Learn to always hustle and look for your own
Nobody has time for those without
For the poor will always be the least respected in town
Nobody really cares what they're ever about .

Learn to always give those in need
But make sure you do it when you can
For charity is a blessing and a seed
And learn never to say yes when you can't .

#IvanBrookspoetry✍️©️
twitter @ivanclappers

The good book said God created us,
And the sneaky devil deceived us,
Therefore Jesus died and saved us.
Thereafter, diseases started killing us,
Science and medicine started healing us,
And technology advanced us.

Right after the Internet connected us
Then friends started betraying us,
Our families started misleading us,  
Our partners started cheating on us,
children started disobeying us
And finally, the banks started robbing us.

And amidst all of these wild theories  
Of how we got here and how we evolved,
poetry found us!

In a great song Marley once said
Growing lot of hair meant knowledge
Rastafarians went on dreadlocks raid
And so Peter Tosh skipped college .

Bob said Stand up for your rights
People without rights stood as well
That was the beginning of our fights
From then on, I heard the alarm bell !

Angstrom too quoted a line from Marley
The one that says''Now we see the light''
God bless his soul for coming in so early
Man I must admit , he's poetically bright!

I'm the beginning of the end
and the end of time and space.
I'm essential to all creation
and I surround you every place.

I'm without a specific form
and I'm the building block of life.
I'm the unseen guest in your dorm
and I move with stealth like a thief.

I'm not the first neither am I the last
Yet I have always been present.
                            Call me the ancestral ghost from the past             
and I'll never ever really be absent.

Who am I, who do you think I really am?
I have no friends or known enemies
About my identity, nobody gives a ****!
I'm he who has no real rivals and nemesis.

IB-Poetry©️
2/9/2018

I was born with a gifted cooking hand
and the fact that I'm also a Bassa man,
made my job easier when I worked the grill
as a student chef at Salvatore's on Snapper Hill.
This proves that I'm my father's son,
The late Rev.Peter Brooks's grandson.

I now know the source of my looks
I'm genetically one of the Brooks.
No wonder why people say I'm cute,
Well, this I can deny neither refute,
Meaning I'm truly my father's son,
The late Rev.Peter Brooks's grandson.

From the way I dribbled the soccer ball
and the fact that I never grew very tall,
proven by the old measurement on the wall,
and cumulated by the fact that I'm going bald,
all prove that I'm truly my father's son,
The late Rev Peter Brooks's grandson.

IB-Poetry©️
3/3/2018

When The Blind Leads
Those led become lost
From afar comes loud pleads
To Save everybody at all cost.

Hence salvation costs pray and bucks
The religious few will turn to the church
While the rest march on like ducks
Blindly led, without knowing much.

Quick calls to God's prayer line
Made from the pastor's iPhone 9
Just to make sure everyone's fine
Prepaid calls, another religious 419.

And so time stands still and watches
As the deep gap gradually decreases
And on and on the blind leader marches
As the last signs of hope varnishes.

Yet on they go without direction
Tick..tack tick tack. anxiety increases
As they head in the wrong direction.
Following blindly until everyone crashes!

✍️ #IvanBrookspoetry©️

Something happened a long time ago
It immediately changed and shifted the balance of things
Though we can't really tell when it happened ,
Yet the aftermath is here to stay..
Take a look around ,
look again ...

It changed everyone and everything
It changed the way we shop, eat and sleep
It changed the way grownups hustle and work
It changed the manner in which we raise our kids
It changed the way our children run and play
It changed the way pimps walk and talk
It hanged the ways in which pastors preach
It changed everything politicians have to say
It changed the way people cast their votes .
It changed the way our government operates
And more over,it changed people's trusts in the system !


Something very sad happened not too long ago
Changing everything we really loved and valued
Though we have no recollection of the exact time
Yet the scars are visible on people's faces
Take a kin look ,
Look again..


It changed our lives and how we live
And even changed the ways we travel
It changed the way we think and act
It changed the way we laugh and smile
It change the way we love and trust
It even changed the way we plan our future
and the way we spend our earnings .
It change the way we look at our friends and family...
Something sad happened a long time ago,
Leaving us with many many doubts
and many unanswered questions !

twitter @ivanclappers
FACEBOOK #IvanBrookspoetry

I dreamed
The death of my dream
And it
Provoked a loud scream
Deep from within me.
All because
Of how far we came as a team.

I dreamed
The death of my dream
Which meant
the outage of a light beam
That once illuminated hope,
Without which I can't cope.

In actuality
The death of my dream
Would Mean
For me a very new ballgame,
Which Signals a new beginning
For all the challenges looming.

Therefore this death of my dream
Is a just a fabricated lie
All because
Our dreams don't really die
Yes, they do at times get old,
But most often they just go cold.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©️

Words can leave you broken
Depending on what and to whom it was spoken.
Be it about your situation or image,
Words can cause tremendous damage.
So whether it comes from afar
Or from the drunken dude in the bar,
Negative words will leave you with an emotional scar.

Negative words will make you touch the sky
And some will you make you ask yourself why?
Some words will put your emotions in prison
For no justifiable reason.

Some negative words come at the wrong moment
In the form of a stupid comment
That will ruin your entire tonight
Thereby starting a fight.

Negative words are intertwined with vile statements
To mess up your beautiful moments.
Negative words can cause everything to go wrong
Special moments that can't be fixed using love song

So watch out for negative words my dear
Some words we'll try to bear,
from negative words, we'll never be able to escape
Not even in a Superman's cape.

IB-Poetry©️
2/9/2018

Tonight my empty soul misses its angelic mate
With whom every precious moment was a date.
Wonderous strides makes you look so beautiful
Press your lips to my soul, let's curdle and be delightful
Do you see the rainbow flower that I've become?
Come to me, love of my life, for love injection, come.
Come with me let's fly beyond today and go somewhere
Like migratory birds, let's hop, there and everywhere.
Right now with you I can't see through amourous hues
Yet I love you beyond jazz, rock and rhythm and blues.
Each moment with you makes me beam with smiles
Tonight I rest Assured that the passion fruits are mines.

IBPoetry©
2/5/2018

Keep going until a loss becomes a win.
Keep going for failure is not a sin
So don't you ever give up on anything
You never know what the next bend will bring.

Keep going, keep doing what you do
The bruises and scars you can't undo.
The world isn't interested in your downfalls
Some situations are just temporary walls.

Keep going until you can go no more
Success is a vault without a secret code
You never know when your day will come,
So keep going until you make it home.

Keep going until you fall asleep
keep going even if you'll have to creep.
Keep going even if you are shot at,
Beyond your efforts is where success is at.

#IBPoetry©️
2/3/3018

Some people will do just anything to get something;
Now I know why success always has many stories ;
Some people will go wherever to get whatever,
Even if cyclones are tearing at the core of the deep skies.
Some people will work the hardest to get the finest;
Call it vanity but steadfast his will, even until he dies.

©IvanBrooksPoetry
21/8/2018

Don't think nobody's interested in your life as it unfolds.
Truth is, it's the lowest depths you fall in that fascinates them.
Interested parties and haters hang around by the boatloads.
It's the wounds you sustained on the way down,
the maggots and the pains you go through to heal,
it's the struggle to bring yourself back that keeps them around
they want to come and watch as you struggle to your knees,
They watch you as you climb slowly and painfully back to life.
Watch to see if you're capable of rescuing yourself.
As always, your success is of least concern.
Human have a tendency to take pleasure in each other's struggles
I hope from this poetry that everyone will learn,
That behind all the facades and facetious bubbles
Exists the dark sides of all human beings.

IB-Poetry©️
3/7/2018

I was raised right
So I can bless a black Queen
Who through three trimesters, carried me
Connected by a unique umbilical cord
Where I got oxygen and nutrients and life .

I was raised to become her
World, her motivation, her fight
To say and do the right things
Things she told me when we talked
Talks we had about manhood and life .

I was raised right
So I can raise my kids right ..
I was raised Connected by a deep bond,
love amplified entirely by family ties
Where they get guidance to last for life.

I was raised right
So I can write about raising children
Blessed and gifted by God Almighty
From whom cometh my inspirations
I use to write about good parenting and life .

I was raised right
So I can continue the legacies
Passed down by my forefathers
Linked by genetics and our history
Strength to strength for generations
From my roots, through poetry to my life .

I was raised right
So I can speak against wrong
Mostly done in the right way ,
Obligated to fight for human rights..
From our fights for humanity
comes the true reason for life .

I was raised right
So I can learn right , Walk right
Talk right and do what's right ,
Fighting for my rights quietly..
Deep within our fighting spirits
comes our strengths for life .

I was raised right
So I can pass on the right things..
Impacting the next generation with wisdom
Where they'll have access to sage for life.
At the end they to can become an inspiration
To many great young men who will act right .

I was raised right
So I can love and experience love ,
Planting a seed in human emotions
Where the tree of love will blossom life .

I was raised right
So I can see the good in everything ,
Respecting everyone who has opposing views,
And practices different faiths and born
from another race and culture ..
All because I was raised right .

I was raised right
So I can respect every woman I see
And honor every vow to the one I chose ,
Taking her hand and making her my wife
And good dad to our kids till death do us part .

I don't know how to swim.
Yet God in his infinite wisdom,
placed before me all sorts of challenges,mountains,valleys,
fences, muddy ponds, deceitful human beings and ungrateful friends. .All because He knows I'll scale them, like a wall and still stand tall.
He knows my strengths and abilities
my weak sides and my strong sides.
He knows what I'm able to withstand.
So He gave me a beautiful mind And made sure I wasn't born blind.
And as an added bonus, two hands.
With this, I can take a pen and pad
And effectively pen away like a scribe
And describe the ugly sides of life,
turn pains into a true love story,
And write a vow for my sweet wife.
I can turn tragedy into a nice poetry
Whilst remaining sound and stoic.
That's why I'm not a world swimmer
but a humble man and a poet.

©IB-Poetry
11/4/2018

Legend has it that Delilah was very beautiful
Yet her continence and deeds were all evil.
And even though Sampson wasn't very careful,
I think the power of love made him an anvil.

Delilah's pseudo-love was certainly deceitful
Maybe love chooses its own victims or preys.
Especially if the woman involved is beautiful
A factor that enhances the power of love always.

Did the power of love overwhelmed Sampson?
No, he was the victim of a contagious disease
That has no cure but when given a reason,
It will just invade your thoughts and increase.

Love is blind and it made Sampson very blind
Courtesy of the overwhelming power of love
It failed him and never treated him kind
Which leaves us an amorous mystery to solve.

Delilah, Sampson's love, was a vindictive *****
Yet his love for this woman was real and deep.
In her, he saw a very pretty woman, not a witch
Oh Man up strong man, giants don't ever weep!

Delilah the woman you Love was truly wicked
Do you clearly See what she did to you, Simpson?
Know ye that to trust a woman is to be stupid
It is my hope that you have learned your lesson.

IB-Poetry©️
2/15/2018

Spring is here
The sun is here
Time for a break
For Christ's sake!

Spring is here
look over there
people having fun
naked in the sun.

Spring is here
Girls everywhere
Beautiful weather
I don't need a sweater.

Spring is here
Time to share
Beautiful pictures
Taken with statues.

Spring is here
Have no fear
Let out some steams
Rave in the sunbeams.

Spring is for buttocks and *******
But for us in our fifties,
It's simply for imagination
And good relaxation.

Spring is finally here
Best time of the year
To make yourself feel fine
Spring is always a fun time!

IB-Poetry©️
3/29/2018

Verse 1:
I want to take you to a paradise
where everything is just cool and nice
Come take the journey in my spaceship
That I built using the components of friendship.

refrain:
Come with me, come with me
Come with me to a brand new world
Come with me, come with me
Come and become my all in all.

Come with me, come with me
Come slice like a Samurai's sword
Come with me, come with me
Come with me, come help me stand tall.

Verse 2:
Come let me take you on a long romantic holiday
Come with me and help me write the melody
To the love song that we'll sing on our honeymoon
Come let's soar beyond the stars and the moon.

©️IB-Poetry
2/21/2018

How can you call me baby
when your openly shunned me
Without a little chance to say
I'm sorry and take the blame.

How can you call me at night
When you refused me in the day
For you I cried in broad daylight
On my knees I begged you to stay .

How possible is it now to be needed
When I never was because I was broke
It breaks my heart the way I was treated
For many days I became the party's joke .

How in the world can you say I matter
When I did all to seek your attention
I hear you say to me nos vemos más tarde
In tears I title this my Spanish rejection .

#IVANBROOKSPOETRY

When will I really become known,
Is it when I write a book to call my own?
How can I solidify myself as a real poet,
What can I do to become a real laureate?
Am I just going to keep writing poetry
Because of my mastery of words and artistry?
Is that enough to usher me into the spotlight,
And make me win awards before hitting my twilight?

When will I consider myself a real writer
Is it when I have a New York Times bestseller?
I have kept my hands off the intellectual property
Of another poet even though we have no propinquity.
Even though I've followed these poetic etiquettes
It doesn't automatically place me amongst the elites.
So what do I do to progress beyond this rhyming phase,
To Whom do I turn to effectively plead my poetic case?

IB-Poetry©️
3/9/2018

Every child was born to be great
Watch and pray and wait
Love and give it time to grow
There are many things to know.

If a child is going to be great
He needs an even ground to sit
Give enough time to watch and learn
Time to learn to be a proper human.

Nobody knows if a child will be great
Just give it a chance to make it
Stop the wars and corruption
Immunize them and give basic education.

Baby Barack was born to be great
But nobody knew until he made it
So there's greatness in every child
Encourage their imaginations to run wild.

Presiden Ellen Sirleaf Johnson was born to be great
Not until Havard, politics and the prison pit
Not until she was elected Africa's first female President,
Did we all know that she was a Godsent?

Every child was born to be great
Maybe I too was born to be great
Maybe one day I will become a great poet
Nobody knows until the day I become a laureate.

All year, you waited on Black Friday
Just to Feed your Indulgence.
After, comes broke Saturday,
Which is partly spent in silence.
Next is Prayerful Sunday
Off to church for solace.
Next comes Monday, a workday.
Wearing things you don't need.
Home stuck with material things
You've been finessed by greed
Yet your task is what today brings.
At home, you hear the bell as it rings,
And look at the watch on your hand.
A man strikes on the guitar strings
Then a song raised by another friend.
At least all your friends are here
Time to party and enjoy yourself
Bring me some wine over here
Time to celebrate my materialistic life!

©IB-Poetry
24/11/2018

We don't need to live too long
To leave legacies that will live forever.
For a while we live, forever like legends
Our deeds are here for us to speak
Whoever found guilty of doing us wrong
Need to live longer to amend his broken ties
For a while things will stall, at the end we will talk
Our egos circumvented by deep organic love
The greatest assets of human emotions
Which we don't need longer lives to project
For we will live as long as our words lives on.

We don't need to live too long
To speak out deep words of motivation
For a while our words, forever like legends
The consequences are here for history to see
Whosoever neglects the roots of humble beginning
Should live longer to make amends with the Grios
For a while our dreams will meet, only for a while
Ambition will lead us yet, organic love and spoken words
Words, the seeds of poetry engraved in human DNA
Brought to life by poets, read as words painted in poetry
                   For we will live on as long as our words live on
                        
         twitter @ivanclappers

For God to work through mysterious ways
Everybody have to hustle for many days
That's why success belongs to he who prays
And works tirelessly beneath the sun's rays.

God will always work through mysterious ways
So it doesn't matter how many yeses or nays ,
Or the different kinds of setbacks or delays
Remember that perseverance always pays.

I talk a lot because
I have been through a lot
Seen a lot
Heard a lot
Experienced a lot
Been rejected a lot
Slapped a lot
Misused a lot
Abused a lot
Refused a lot
Lied to a lot
Worked a lot
Partied a lot.
Smoked some ***
Laughed a lot
Danced a lot
And spent a lot.

I know a lot because
Traveled a lot
I met some ladies
Rubbed their bellies
Some were hot
And few were not
I have done a lot
Been to a lot of places
Saw some pretty faces
I had some passionate kisses
Got in some crisis
Had few challenges
Had couple of chases
And had some near misses.

So as you can see
I have been through a lot
Messed up a lot a lot
So it's a lot!

Every day I feel the flames burning
I, therefore, won't stop writing.
The closer and closer it comes,
The deeper and further my mind roams.

Every now and then I hear screams
Emitting deep from within my core.
I believe it's the soundtrack to my dreams,
The caveat that drives me to do more.

Every once in a while comes an inspiration
From whence I know not and I care not.
The poet in me sees this as a benediction
I, therefore won't sit to see this go to rot.

Every once in a lifetime comes a writer
Born blessed with an unorthodox style.
Therefore the poet in me says brother,
Writing is your life, go the extra mile.

#IvanBrooksPoetry ©️
   3/25/2018

I vividly remember back in the day
Before smart gadgets, when I was young.
Every night we waited in the moonlight to play
Life was pure like the playground song.

That was when the world was very young
and friendship was real and not digital.
When autotune wasn't part of a good song
and all photos were normal and typical.

That was when people followed you for real
not on Twitter and Instagram and snapchat.
That was when buttocks and ******* were still real
and real-life friends met for coffee and a real chat.

I clearly remember the big old telephones
When people didn't see the faces of people,
they talked to like we now do on the smartphones.
I missed the old days when sleep wasn't a struggle.

IB-Poetry©️
3/25/2018

A Cherry toast to a Goddess,
Who rides a beautiful mess.
When Virgo lets go of her flow,
She winces from the pain below.
The agony beneath her belly,
that unwelcomed monthly bully.
A little token for her elegance
for her soft steps when she dances.
For those available chances,
Like a tigress, she pounces.
For her beautiful behind,
For her inquisitive mind.
For her soft flawless skin,
Which covers every woman's sin.
For those slender arms
and curvy legs, I've no qualms.

For her awesomeness,
and her sumptuousness.
for her enviable beauty
described in this poetry.
For those bedroom eyes,
that cries at goodbyes.
For her luscious lips
and those gorgeous hips.
For the sweet nectar
Of her velvety petal.
For her rose flowers,
the caveat for her powers.
the only price she has to pay,
Like a queen to slay.

#IvanBookspoetry© #Bassapoet©
       30-7-2019

We all need to eat
We are all guilty of something.
We all want to be great
We have all caused someone some pains.
We all have flaws and imperfections.
Some want profits and gains
We all have issues and situations.
We all have fears
We all have dreams and aspirations.
We all cry tears
We all have emotions
We all want somebody to love us.
We all have sinned
Some of us loved to be the boss
Many of us want to always win
We all want the best things in life.
We all love somebody
We all afraid of a knife
We will all die someday
We all fall short of the glory of God.
Many believe in God Almighty
Some have beliefs in no Gods
And frown on Christianity
Some have faiths in other Gods
and embrace humanity
..we are humans!