There is God O!

What can I say of the tales

Under the heavens

Where my earth is spread?

My tongue throne is vacant of words

My wheel power of speech

Has been short-lubricated

'Na only you waka come'

Could be laden with a confusing comedy

But yet hid not the truth

There is God o!

And the tears in a motherly cry.

The crushing strong faith

The shakings all around

Corruption like winged fiends.

Humans are now demons

Demons with good looks…

Death smells every where

Strong oozing deadly death smell

Laid in the look of the silent waters

Deeply deep and quick to quit lives.

We give birth to ready hands of death

And celebrate their gone too soon.

Death goons lead, luring us with wordy candies

To disguised comfortable suites of pains.

And conscience is no more conscience

Our hearts hold corn shell burns

Burnt and blasted with demonic sciences

Lethally bored into a supposedly human minds.

Our music is no more music

Spittle and vibrations drag in the mud

How do we dance?

Who will teach us?

What attire?

 The dancers are fat now

Very fat out of knowledge

Knowledge that habours the true steps

They have outgrown the before

Oversized clothing.

The tunes are now sour...

The clothe is  short for Omoye

And Omoye has nakedly entered the market!

Bloodshed holds no think value

And sounds like a spill splash of water

Bombs and killings are regular traders

Epidemics debate for a high bid for morbidity.

Where do we go from here?

Deception lies in home away from home

For truth flourishes in there is no place like home.

And this is our home

It worth the fight

And God is there and sees all.