The Prime Time Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

Earth crammed with heaven
And every young man is there
A legion of their kind have gathered
On the virgin field of choice making
For what tomorrow be
Only once can they choose

There is a fresh ground
Where the enemy sit
His mouth so wide and deep
He flashes pleasure
But veil the reality and repercussions
He flashes money - lots of money
He flashes women - pretty ladies
He flashes alcohol, beer and ecstatic substances

He offers splendor
A chance to be famous
A chance of making it to the top
A chance of becoming rich and yet a youth
They become excited with the enemy
But every common choice aflame with God
And earth crammed with heaven
Only those who see take to their heels
The rest sit around - and buds desires!