This house is not built with hay
Nor is it constructed with mud
Its bricks are well burnt and cured
Its foundation is on a solid rock
Yet the walls are cracked
Not caused by denudation or tremor.
Greed, hatred, insecurity and dishonesty
Engineered these visible cracks
But let it be known, this house must not fall
This heritage must be preserved
Else the unborn will shout woe
That once a solid house laid in ruins
Perhaps Aremu Cracked Walls is the human heart and faith beautiful poem love you for nice comment
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I would like to translate this poem
Babatunde the greatest form of poetry is that which is anything and everything.your's is wild-wide, anything and everything.keep it up