Message To The Universe Poem by Gbolagade Taiwo

I hear thee when thou calleth unto me,
Softly thy call made its way into my ear,
Here cometh me,
My Lord,
Maker of the universe,
Reverend, hath thee in my heart,
Thy precious face I behold not,
Why calleth thou unto me?
Why doth I worthy of thy call?

As thou hath known,
Word was what me maketh to mold the universe,
I, ay I, used word to make that, which exists in this sphere,
Why doth the creatures,
Which are the works of my word gross out my Will?
Ask I thee today,
Go thou into the world,
Tell that which exists,
That I rage here on throne,
Every king will I dethrone,
My rage will put many in cage,
Tell them! I universe want to reverse.

Tell them who liveth in good form,
That universe, I want to reform,
All the loots they perform,
My rage seeth what transacts in this sphere,
Tell them my rage is not fair,
For the universe, I want to reverse.

Tell him, the scorching sun,
To stop them who enjoyeth life at others' sweat,
Tell sun to change his altitude,
Alongside his latitude,
And make them cry at his loving strength,
Tell him to increase in strength, but in 10,000,000c0,
Tell sun! The universe, I want to reverse.

Tell them that hath licence to kill,
Ask them what I say in my ten?
They kill and are not killed,
Forget I my ten?
Tell them, I will cut them as hen,
For the universe, I want to reverse.

My Lord,
Maker of the universe,
The sun, have I told of your words,
Even they that liveth in good form,
And they with licence to murder,
But of all I told, sun alone gets thy words.

My Lord,
Maker of the Universe,
These beings have I told your words,
The Friar and the Sergeant of law,
That the Universe thou did sayeth,
Will reverse,
But in their trickery child play,
Heed not them all my words,
I beseech thee my Lord,
Patience, My Lord, heark' what sayeth these beings.


'You take one',
'I take two',
'Three want I',
'No, I take three',
'You take two',
'Why taketh thou three? '
'Knoweth thou not I as Friar? '
'I take as I wisheth.'


'If thou hath Friar,
Which are thou amongst these?
Thou hath Augustinians? Or,
Thou hath Carmelites, Franciscans,
Or thou hath the Dominicans?
Which are thou amongst all?

'I be all!
I be Friar in all.'

'If thou be all,
Then thou as Friar is a liar.'

'Who are thou to tell I be a liar? '

'Thou knoweth I not?
I be sergeant of Law.'

'Ha! Haa! Haaa!
Sergeant of Law?
Law that contradicts itself? '

'What meaneth thou by that? '

'Mean I that,
In the name of law,
Many perform evils,
Tell me, thou taketh many to prison,
Thy judge abjudge them to death,
Thy men maketh the law,
That whoever killeth,
Killed must such be,
What calleth thou them that are licenced to kill?
Thy law giveth murderer licence,
Tell thou me,
Hell is thy home!
Thou calleth I liar,
Because I be Friar,
Then I calleth thou Sergeant of Evil,
That of confusion,
Thy law putteth all in chaos,
Thou and thy men are evil to this land.'


My dearest messenger,
Most temporal tenacious messenger,
Thou hath been good,
But still,
Go! Tell them!
Tell Politics,
The custodian of corruption,
She is the giver of lies,
In her name many are cheated,
Politics, mistress of tricks,
Tell her that the Universe, I will reverse.

Greet them that learn in minute,
Mean I the GADFLIERS,
Busy they, INQUISITING my empirical reality,
Ask them, what maketh them exceptional with their knowledge?
Have they nothing to reply?
Tell them! The Universe, I want to reverse.

My Lord,
My king,
Gracious Majesty,
Maker of the Universe,
Thou hath found me worthy enough,
To see yet another glimpse of life,
A new day doth come,
Thy message have I delivered,
Of politics, which thou calleth Politrics,
And of them the GADFLIERS,
Thy message made I known to them all,
But as thou knoweth of the GADFLIERS,
Asked they the empiricality of thy word,
And for Politics, in the shameless shadow of disgrace,
She doth make most merrilous mockery of me,
Here give I, my report,
Thy words they take not.


Blessings send I for thy loyalty,
Thou worthy messenger hath been,
But thy services still need I to the firmament,
Go!
Also to them which under it dwell,
Tell them their services need I,
If the firmament and the sea ask,
Forgot I my covenant?
Tell them, Noah I forget not,
Tell them! Languid is the bow in the cloud of coming out,
The creatures in the sphere,
Exhausteth its strength,
So, make it known to them all,
That the Universe, I want to reverse.

Tell them which I have endowed,
With the most precious clay of mine,
Tell them who with the angel of beauty I blessed,
But obligue to trade it for a token,
Make them all aware,
That the Universe, I want to reverse.


Tell them which taketh their lives,
‘Cos they need that, which is christened escape route,
So think they, death as their only savior,
Ask them!
Why hurry for hell?
All the planks have I gathered,
There paradise hell have I prepared,
Need them be in haste?
‘Cos the Universe, soon I will reverse.

Tell them that happily eat the sweet gall of truth,
Tell them, patience, I reward,
One way, I regard,
Tell them, forward they must ride,
Their abode be not in the Universe,
For the Universe, I surely will reverse.

My Lord,
Gracious majesty,
Thou are truly Lord,
Of all thy messages,
Have I diligently delivered,
Of all thy journeys,
Embarked I wholeheartedly,
Thy wishes, have I joyously done,
But one thing I seek of thee,
As thou hath known, my Lord,
And as thy Book hath revealed,
Thou maketh the Universe but in six days,
All that liveth therein are but in six working days,
Even them which are thy image,
The seventh of these days,
Thou hath used to rest, my Lord,
And that alone, be what man cannot but do,
this I seek of thee, gracious Lord,
As thou hath known,
I be nothing but a servant,
That which thou send on errands,
Thy works, have I done with just a heart,
Here I ask of thee, but one thing, My Lord
These bones of mine doth need rest,
Flesh doth cry for a place to lie,
Just this, ask I of thee, My Maker,
Of this, oh my Lord!
I get no legit to ask,
But for thy mercy I cry, My Lord,
Give thy servant a heart that rests,
For I wane, oh My Lord.

Thou hath truly a servant,
One who to his master harkens wholy,
I give thee credit,
Thou hath humble been,
Of thy wish, I willingly will grant,
Thou truly hath need rest,
Thy bone doth need one thing but rest,
And that, give I unto thee,
But before thou have thy rest,
One thing need I of thee,
I need thee go into the Universe,
Tell all that liveth therein,
Tell them the fence sitters,
Tell them the scholars,
They that in penury are luxurious,
Tell them that have blank box of hope,
Forget thee not of them that giveth nothing but sorrow,
Tell all these and even,
Tell the Universe itself,
That I, the Maker of all,
The one who is I AM,
Come I quickly,
The Universe, I sternlly come,
To give nothing but make it reverse,
Tell all and mean I all!
That the Universe, I surely will reverse.