Day 9: Right to Rewrite

In eternity’s eyes,

I see the parody of humanity

As I witness the sun of darkness arise

Blinding our senses with callous impunity,

Men of all ages

Have wandered from age to age,

Scarcely stilling the storm that rages.

How much longer before we get to the stage

Where our race is emancipated

From the corruption of the soul?

When the race of man is exalted

Lifted up to that pedestal where the

Heart finds repose?

I am only a dot,

A speck of dust

In the operation of things.

But this is my history.

I owe to responsibility.

It is my prerogative to rewrite it;

To be the architect of its streamlining,

As I take a walk thro the lion’s den

Brandishing the refined tip of my pen.

Akpan