Is This Love? Poem by Lanre Samuel

Is this Love?

Love they say begets love,
It drives like a thirst,
Spare me the pain,
A big question registering
In and out of my mind,
All I see is hatred among thee.

Not the love of Kabir,
Nor that of Romeo,
Do I seek,
But of Mashiach,
Lover of all.

Our situations has destroy us,
Who do will blame?
Our servant who become thieves?
Who gives crumbs,
while keeping the cream,
The blind can't lead
For too long,

Or the seeker of greener pasture?
Who fail to share a grain
From their freely given grace,
No iota of decency,
Rotten greedy pelf.

Lovers of thyself only,
While our humanity
Has lost its treasured,
Silence has become
Your power,

Slaughter thy selves
like The Maori,
While thy Begotten Son
looks down in sadness.

Is this Love?

Knowing your right
But not your duties,
While money becomes
Your Justice,
It has become your god.

What's left of your world?
Lust, hatred and destruction,
What do I foresee?
Wrath of the next generation.


(Dedicated to those sold into Slavery and killed during the process in Libya)