Abdulrasheed Dawodu


The Spirit They Worship - Poem by Abdulrasheed Dawodu

O spirit
Scepter, subjects stumble for
The immortal who dies
God knows when
O spirit
Lord of your own servants
They serve you well

Pool of blood
Pound of flesh
Elements of your sacrifice
No shrine nor place of worship
Hither, thither
Helter-skelter
Obey they must, your call

Lord of ranks and titles
Yen, Naira, Pounds
Creation of it's servants
Your love is loved
Like manna-from-heaven you arrive
Departs leaving agonies behind
O spirit
Why do men disinherit their souls
To be your associate?

Many lives, ruined
Many plans, scattered
Many futures, shattered
Many dreams, battered
Many happiness, destroyed
O spirit
Old and young worship


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 19, 2013


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