My Joy Poem by gideon zerah ogbonna

My Joy



Where will we go?
Cries the gods
When our priests go
In many folds like cords

But my joy is that
He whose action; does that
Is cannot be seen as good,
Will not be paid good

And in pain
Will have to pay cry; rain
Like a lame lion
Chased with an iron

Now that christ the lord
Has revoked; taken their power cord
To set we people free
From all our infirmity; demon spree

And this is my joy

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