A Crisis Of Ages Poem by Ogolla Enock

A Crisis Of Ages



We are free men with freedom of choice.
What we lack isn't the freedom of choice
but the wisdom of choice—the ability to discern
right from wrong on absolute terms and comprehend
both the immediate and the future cost of every choice.

The problem isn't a scarcity of wisdom,
but is that in constantly violating our conscience
by choosing wrong because it offers convenience,
we've trespassed far too long
we think it's queer to do the right thing.

But how did we get here?
Destiny can only be traced from its origin.
When we dethroned God and made gods of our own,
Not only did we falter from the right path
but also fell from God's hand.

It's one thing to falter off the straight way
but it's a terrible thing to fall from God's hand.
Out of God's hands into the pans of hell.
Thus we've been in hell far too long
we've made it home.

Ogolla Enock - 30th March 2023

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