Saturday, 28 May 2016


Go for the ripe ones,
Or wait for the green ones,
To ripen.

Waste the night away,
Or spend it chasing the prey,
In your dreams.

Kill for your meals,
Or starve from your thrills,
And die helpless.

Walk! Wear out your heels,
Or ride, thread out your wheels,
It's all about choices!

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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