Adam Poem by chize ryan ogunkah

First in line
In the beginning of time
When all seemed fine

A king of your own kingdom
With all the good wisdom
To denominate all yet not random

Needed a queen of your castle
Even in a life without hustle
For want of a cuddle

From the yearnings of your rib
An addition still to the crib
Was made to your own breed

You formed a click
In such a flick
To all life's tricks

Until the serpent slithered
Into your vineyard
And caused your throne to wither

And since the crumbling
Like a mighty that had fallen
Life's sky became so sullen

With we in it
We bear the brunt
Of your own conscious fault

Now, how can we
Navigate this drill
To reach life's glee

But Thanks for grace
His mercies made
On a cross that prevails