We walk in ways that are unjust
Believing that our actions are just
Feeling that our knowledge will be enough
Invincible creatures that are really tough
Limited by time and scope
Surrendering to pride bespoke
Lost in translation by what you spoke
Till reality sets in and gives you a poke
Your foundation collapses and you are on the ground
Hoping that what you have lost would soon be found
Instead you find that you are all alone
Because your heart is carved out of stone
MARYANN BOSAH 