Gods Of Taugh Poem by ademola oluwabusayo

Gods of taugh

alone with the gods of my taugh
Like a crying baby hoping
Standing near the road side
Alone with the taugh of my life
Alot of crowd with same mind
I could heard it in my soul and heart
The gods of taugh are moving

Journey is a teacher life is a teacher
Gods of taugh need to need
For the world good and bad always
Making one another opposite
Gods of weaving of taugh
The gods of taugh are moving

Let the gods take a hacking cough
For nobody must let the gods hackless rise
For the gods make haif a chance to think
Behold the gods are pure
Behold the gods are unpure
Behold the gods have this 2 little children
The gods of taugh are moving

Hand of glove with ur heart
The gods are moving to and fro
For the gods thinks and dont have hand in fire of decision
Gods of taugh cannot be handed a hanging offence
For they judge and unjudge you
The gods of taugh are moving moving moving

Paying me a visit when are did not request
For they unlock the gate of my heart
Gods of taugh started were are the not hope for
Did they think good or bad?
Gods of taugh could like to ask u that?
The gods of taugh are moving

The gods no when u r happy like a sand boy
And they no when u r sad like a ragboy
For they control the highest place in ur heart
Hard as nail ur heart the gods of taugh
The gods of taugh are moving
The owner key of the heart
What did u think 2day?
The gods of taugh the gods of knowledge