Unrest Soul: Imperfection Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Unrest Soul: Imperfection



If things under the Sun is faultless,
No one or country needs the medics,
Nor a law for enforcers or twisted justice...

If perfection is alive under the Sun
No man shall read a varying clock
Nor weep when microbes feed.

Saturday, September 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Nature
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