Mortal(s) by Collins Paris
The great waves
Of the mighty river Nile
Are the floods of tears
Of our ancestors cried long ago
Bear the pain when you are hurt
Because mortal(s) are subjected to pain
The green lushes of fields
On human flesh they feed
Under those fat trees
Lies bodies of our ancestors
Death is our fate, oh man never prolong life
Because mortal(s) are subjected to death
Young, strong and polished faces yes are for todays
Old, weak and wrinkled faces are for tomorrows
Age and sickness come as the days grow weak... Live and grow
Because mortal(s) are subjected to grow wrinkles on their face
Live and grow...
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Collins Paris is a poet, songwriter, singer(rapper) and a writer from Zambia. He was born and raised in Chimwemwe Township Copper Belt Province. He is the third born in a family of four boys I
He started writing poems when he was 14 years of age just after his parents were divorced.
Being the only son, and seeing the tears coming from his Mom’s eyes, he started dreaming of becoming a writer.
His natural prowess in the field of art and literature has propelled him to become a renowned poet of note. He writes to inspire people young, old, and children of all ages.
Collins has written poems and articles on different groups and platforms.
He has won many certificates and received many recognitions from Poetry abilities, Ink with magic, Hands of poems writers, and many more.
Some of his poems are published on Bharath Vision website on Motivational Strips, the world’s most active writers’ Forum.
