Victims Of Circumstance
And whilst beneath my endless thought,
by Oluwaseun Ogunbiyi
Abound therein my pain I sought
That life will not defeat its cloud
And lo her foe will squeal aloud
And then will evil hence prevail
And watch her snare in stormless sail
So what we here the innocent?
To lie and watch our pathway bent?
For we are but a softened clay
That nature moulds to have its way
And only that we have to pray,
Be victims not of circumstance.