A Die From The Dice

LEGACY

For every pint of blood drawn,
A record was made upstairs.
On this board we are all pawns,
How we move, where we move to
We only just act, not choose.

We all have swords, and sheaths.
So we can choose to keep the blade safe.
Some folks use it to cut others down,
Crown themselves Kings, and make a queen
Slave some, build empires.

If only we realize we are in this
Together.
We would make a world with less blood.
Same fate awaits us,
Same darkness will envelop us
Different times, different circumstances,
But the darkness remains the same.

If only we decide to pick up arms,
Stay strong as one,
Causing no man harm,
Cutting down trees, and burning bushes.
Making paths through the wilderness,
For we all would go as far as we can
But some more would follow.

Victor Oyedele