Knock Knock Knock, A New Poet Was Born

To the left To the right Her inner thoughts must abide by the rules that govern us Knock Knock Knock and a new poet was born It was daughter not a son She delivered her message in a bottle As the soldier ants passed on in a throttle It's obnoxious to think that there is only a beginning, a middle and an end To the oblivious The prosperity of infinity does have a role in life to play my dear friends Knock Knock Knock and a new poet was born It was daughter not a son She spoke out loud There are unanswered questions due to our limited restrictions of comprehending matters that surpass religion We seek, we search and crave for the unknown Now it will be totally absurd to think that the soul is just another empty dark hole And behold she said I must insist That force that we all fear Is right here in our mist in all the places where we drink and feast Knock Knock Knock and a new poet was born It was daughter not a son An escaped convict is on the run She stood up and sang beautifully to the sun My consience is loose and heavy It weighs far too many tonnes How can we measure a feeling of love or hatred of sadness or of joy How can we measure a feeling that is so right or a feeling that is very wrong so that in matters all day long true justice prevails itself Knock Knock Knock and a new poet was born It was daughter not a son Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi