Kings Of Earth Poem by Ajala Samuel Akindele

People are almost somehow despotic
They do things that can affect man’s
life without the consideration of aftermath.
They do molest souls and make jest of individual.
There is no king rather than “MY GOD IN HEAVEN”
With power earthly king threaten
And treat man like maid.
We are blacks we don’t behave
Like negroes, we segregate and
oppose one another.
Life is not like that, everything
was made by Jehovah with
calm and ease without disturbance
why cant we for once sit down
and remember our origin.
Have we neglect our cuture?
Have we forgot our origin?
Our origin is traceable
Kings of life be warned