Special Days Poem by Egbe Chris

Eyes place for unseen success. Days to be born, have hope for lives. Months are days for fast runer. Special days ahead when one will no longer sit around the corner. Celebration will be a new stage with black and white flies. Wounded humanities will no longer shout 'O GOD'. I and we will always be at good scene hood. War will end up beign a love story told. Animals will recognise animals, and together we will live and die happily in mass. Oh! what a blind world, dont forget all power belong to God. Special days ahead when history will become pregenant and put to birth identical homosapien. Who shares one vien.Eyes place for unseen success. Days to be born, have hope for lives. Months are days for fast runer. Special days ahead when one will no longer sit around the corner. Celebration will be a new stage with black and white flies. Wounded humanities will no longer shout 'O GOD'. I and we will always be at good scene hood. War will end up beign a love story told. Animals will recognise animals, and together we will live and die happily in mass. Oh! what a blind world, dont forget all power belong to God. Special days ahead when history will become pregenant and put to birth identical homosapien. Who shares one vienEyes place for unseen success. Days to be born, have hope for lives. Months are days for fast runer. Special days ahead when one will no longer sit around the corner. Celebration will be a new stage with black and white flies. Wounded humanities will no longer shout 'O GOD'. I and we will always be at good scene hood. War will end up beign a love story told. Animals will recognise animals, and together we will live and die happily in mass. Oh! what a blind world, dont forget all power belong to God. Special days ahead when history will become pregenant and put to birth identical homosapien. Who shares one vien.Eyes place for unseen success. Days to be born, have hope for lives. Months are days for fast runer. Special days ahead when one will no longer sit around the corner. Celebration will be a new stage with black and white flies. Wounded humanities will no longer shout 'O GOD'. I and we will always be at good scene hood. War will end up beign a love story told. Animals will recognise animals, and together we will live and die happily in mass. Oh! what a blind world, dont forget all power belong to God. Special days ahead when history will become pregenant and put to birth identical homosapien. Who shares one vien.