Souvenir Poem by Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

It has been said that Time took what will never come back
And we never hold those who know us undoubtedly
Undergoes like what was lost wasn’t found yet
It turns out to be like a mysterious tunnel through our essence
That unfilled all we constantly haunted.

What if the pain can’t be felt?
What if the sun shines all the time or even forever?
What could happen if life was so perfectly well predictable?
What if destinies are up to us to choose?
What should be the zenith choice of humankind?

Prophecy is unthinkable and even unpredictable.
The choice of life style is not ours.
All we execute is to pursue the contour already drew by THE ONE
No excuses, reasons or causes
This is discriminatory souvenir of the world.

Who to blame for the humanity heartbreaks?
Who can feel someone’s pain and misery?
Where to sprint when the boundary marker is imperceptible?
When the sun shone formerly will be seen once more?
When existence will be craved by populace?

If misery is the sign of continuation
Pain, symbol of time
Death, pictogram of life
Existence, the mark of reality
What is the hint of fortitude?

Bystanders are called cowards
Killers are courageous
Thieves are far-sighted
Uninteresting is the breathtaking,
What is our name?

Judgment jiffy will move toward
Gash will be mended
Who will be blameworthy among all?
Who will be victorious from life to death?
Eyes will glimpse, ears will heed, and this will be a souvenir.