Text Of Time Poem by Saanumi ikujuni

Unshaken faith,
I will declaim you
My saturday- you wasted
My sunday- teared up in two
You feing; in even the pious presence of God
The Father Almighty, our God
Maker of heaven and the earth
Including all- even you and me

The promise,
The other day, man is the victim
To be man, man has ceased
For hope dashed -
Have you heard? 'she had travelled'
Oh no! i heard nothing.
Phoned? expositorial or consorial
Playing at what?

Comprehend it I no longer
My faith Lord!
Hope in thee; my expectative
Care for me why stalling?
For that which never came my way:
Long i waited
Hope dashed -
Watch you take that for granted, No!

Quite aware,
Like the Israelites
Our journey through the wilderness
Full of thorns, snakes, scorpions and...
But life is not always what we wanted it to be
The fit thing?
Take ye the little life has to offer
And thereof make the best use.