Festiver Of Prayers Poem by habib akewusola

Rain of pain
Transgress to become my
Veil,
What day will man
Reunite, with the aim
To standout and play?
Heavy cry of infected
Crowd,
Face towards the clouds,
Singing aloud
Songs of solitary verse.
The festive is packed
Various tribes become one
Shaft.
Prayers accumulate in heights,
We need a city consisting of
Only lights,
Even at nights
Perfect those without sight,
Reject bribes to cook
Lies.
We search towards the spirit
Life,
Miming there vibes
As the moon shines,
Into every eye,
Submit your crime, to
The ONE who
Takes up all fights.
This a selfless night
Pay every missing tithe.
Kind advise,
Don't miss his right.