Unrest Soul: Oriman Poem by Vincent Onyeche

It all began
From inexcusable hour life began
Then there was no vowel for the an
Neither was an already mined earth
No pollen nor anther that made a plant
Hopes were never buried
It just germinated like buried seeds
It was all a closed cycle of purity
Divinity is sacred to the no public
Lifers... Hey get this picture! !
Man makes a computer
Life easier: it commands...
So It was on earth when He created man
Hey call me a sinner
For my soul is unrest
What if
What if Life is no more a term for Divinity
What if we are left behind
At the point where it began....
Hey call me a sinner
But we all still believe in God
The only difference is
I query the origin of Man.