Many paths lay before us
Can we rely on our intellect we trust
Where ideaa and hopes are stale and rust
Where fwar triggers feelungs of distrust.
Each step a question,soft or cold,
Waiting for the truth to unfold.
Seeking solutions and which doors to go through
A lamp of light revives what was once obscure
We choose with hope, we choose with doubt,
We learn what in means by stepping out.
Perhaps, the right is not the end,
But how we love, forgive, amend.
MARYANN BOSAH 