THE WRITINGS OF CHANGE

Taught by the hands of common men
You have become the replica of old stories
Vain repetitions has formed you a tradition
The fear of ME is drowning men in the pool of sameness

Verily, I have watched
As many struggle each new day, for same old things
Bound by the thought of what people will say
Shackled by the fear of the unknown
So that the waters of possibility remains untroubled

I have seen Kings die like mere men
They make old mistakes and give new excuses
Those who have resisted ME
Ended on the wrong side of history
But if You will dare to be different
You will find that there's a spirit in man
My name is CHANGE
And I hope the sons of men find this letter.

                    - David Omodunmiju