Margay, In Mind-Talk. Poem by Ologunde Joshua Abiodun

I hear a voice, shriller than the normal tongue of men
As I held-up my left hands to clean my nose:
The fault is not our star, but our thought'
Telling of how replete and cruel the mind of men can be;

Oh! thou has been so loving and sedative
Wish the star to give you bread,
Joy and good living; pray I thee O!
Egos has a pride of Lio's

But why do this, by mortal reasons?
Why reason not as the colony of ants!
Forget not; that bloods of nobles are green forev'r
Abhor not, the plea of his kneel

Mercy came down to ear'h,
Descending through the Heaven of Heave's;
To lodge among the heart of men!
Where the gods and immortal lives and dine!

Zzz! Let the earth live without cruelty
Zzz! but strive to modeling souls to best
The done we do, the good deeds we leave;
Didst lives-On after man;
And forever printed on the sand of time
For generations to rephrase its replica.