An apple does not survive a blow
One small bruise and it's dead. So is life.
Precious but delicate, that's what we are.
Life is fragile. Life is sacred.
Life is one. There are many chances
but all confined within one life
You obliterate this one life
and you mess up everything!
Absolutely everything!
All the possibilities that could
have been hatched into reality
if only you acted otherwise.
That's the sacredness of life
And the immense power
you exercise on it.
It's all in your hands.
It's all in your hands.
Don't screw it.
Don't screw it
Ogolla Enock 19th April,2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem