Why do we have to be puppets,
Blindly dancing to others' fingers?
Bodies, allowed as devil's linens,
Why are we taking all that filth?
Life, almost an impossible puzzle,
People have died, trying to solve,
Given to us, yet belongs not to us,
God created us in His own image,
Then, allowed us, in our own image,
To create the people we want to be!
"In Our Own Image"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
Welcome to my Poetry and writing blog, I am glad you stopped by:) I do Poetry and pieces of writing, just for fun and self-growth. I write for existence, just like breathing. "Creativity is the engine on my quill" I hope you'll enjoy my writing :) Checkout more of my work from my Facebook page; @Drew Poetry Kenya. You can also connect with me on Facebook as "Author Drew" and on Instagram @Drew.Poetry.ke Thanks for stopping by:)
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