Gifts Of Life Poem by Adeoye Adetoba

Give them religion,
Never make it one but diverse.
Wield the sharpest of blades
Into the receptive hands of the faithful;
And let the glory be proclaimed.

Give them morality,
Everyman with a paint brush
To hue the colours of intent
On the minds of men;
And a sneer at differing shades.

Give them gold,
That man may descend into the mines.
Purity of the earth brought into the land,
Sorrow, tears and blood at its wake;
And the people be cursed by it.

Give them reason,
Never put a barrier to their limits
As man surged for dominance
To the utter hurt of his kind;
And life is no longer held sacred.