Ejalonibu Abraham

(22/08/2013 / Osun state)

Another Season Has Come


First time they came to us,
They come to up with peace,
Later they broke our peace into pieces.
They told us that they would tame
The tiger for us, but used it to
Fight against us and destroy us...
Those decorated demons...
Now the time has run like peregrine falcon
Another season has come.
They are now around again,
To buy little peace we have,
To put us in darkness again,
To punish us with their scorpion,
Their satanic scorpion.

Another season has come.
They are now around again,
To play us, to call us Ostriches
Folks, are we truly Ostriches?
My God rate us from his hands.
You devil's advocate.

Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012
Edited: Thursday, February 13, 2014
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