Lost Glory Poem by Ikechukwu Paul

In a perfect image was man made
Wonderfully and preciously made
In glory of God were they clothed
Sinless, spotless and faultless
Beautiful immortal creature
Also called human beings

Having dominion over the earth
In good terms all creatures with
A little lower than the angels
In their face the portal's glory is
Also being visited by Him at due
Freely without negotiation

O! woe is man, the glory had departed
How often they took the forbidden egg
Which their eyes hungered after
And the body admired and lusted for
The master and maker is forgotten
Wrong choice is in their bossom

Devil took their minds
Mortals man now be
Suffers now to survive
Enemies now to creatures
Diseases gaminating
The world moist for it dwelling

O! what is man's fate today?
Battling with perfect earth
Born to die at the morrow
Creating enmity even brothers
Strongling with free giving body
To keep it in pace for healthy

All is lamenting not with no cause
Earth even complains mishandle
Creatures are not happy for good
Now eyes are widely open
Decisions are still in present
Man's choices are in queue.