From The Fine People Of Christ Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Slumber not in chamber lapse
Nor abet him with misdeed intent
But will unto foe' strength
And mourn him who cons you

Give feet shoe of causer displeasure
And to trapped slayer gift life
Bear burden delivery bully from shackles
And your persecutors shelter from torment

Dwell beloved in cherishes of good
Helping lame rise and blind' to see
Being ear deaf and voice the dumb
Yet not in chamber lapse slumber

There along onus of quenching thirst
Where path of thorns seem wading by
Parallel route vengeance blazing in mist
There seeds of love bloom the soul