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Antelope police ( Natural born killers).

Updated on September 6, 2015

Antelope police ( Natural born killers).


Antelope police ( Natural born killers).

‎Antelope police, ( natural born killers).

Somebody call the antelope police.
Springbok, impala and antelope are fair game to
Lions, leopards and cheetahs.
Yet we all need to earn a living to survive.
The basic elements of life.
Eat, make love and rest, that is all we really need.

What is the meaning of life?
Working towards materializing dreams‎.
Having wisdom to count the blessings.
Perhaps what we do not have, is a reflection of what we desire
destiny with the wrath of time may not want us to grasp, what is beyond
our means of emotional and mental depth.

Is life fair?
Yet reality is a hierarchy of circumstances a reflection of choices
past and present which mold our future daily.
What is the most precious asset besides the exsistance of our soul, the moment.
Life unfolds in the now.
What is unknown may perhaps not be darkness, yet is yet to be discovered.

What is the content of your consciousness composed of?
What is the genetic fibre and make up of your thoughts?
Are you a victim of your ignorance?
Do you make your fortune from opportunities which nestle
and hatch hope in the mists of doubt?
What makes the world go around?
What are you about?
What do you stand for?
What would you die for?

What is your ideal reality? Riches, fortune fame.
Perhaps the idea of heaven, how else does one make sense of suffering on earth?

The greatest gift of life, birth?
The power of thought might?
The element of suspense.
The chemistry and catalyst of love, surprise?


Somebody call the antelope police.
Life is survival of the fittest.
Naturally mothers nurture their young.
The beauty ‎of patience is in the palms and hands of time‎.
Our experiences mold our perceptions.
Our reality is made up of our consciousness.
Our memories are a reflection of our joy.

Gods Poet nkosi.

Nkosinathi Ncala.


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      peachy 2 years ago from Home Sweet Home

      A poem? Antelope are natural born killer? I thought lions were