Walking With My God Poem by obinna tochi

Under the sun making hays of ideas
For raining days of no hays.

Enemies cluster as pots of locust swamp,
Praying for the very praying mantises me a fall
For I walk with my god.

Every weapon they fashion
I also shall wear
For with my god I treck

The earth to me smiled
The wind my horn tooth
Non shall me prevail
As with my god I walk

Sacred songs...
Sacred pen...
Oh! my sacred poem
As king my prevails.