Desire. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

In my heart i feel a hole.
An emptiness and loneliness of an engulf fate.
I desire not to fail,
Nor to be poor.
But in all i ask is Gods free air.
And shelter from the scorching hands of the sun.
Food to my tolling and harsh stomach.

I cry more to be rich
To eliminate savage poverty.
Over come sweet sorrow and cruel kindness.
The right to my voices and thoughts
Call my soul my own
And live to impact humanity positively.

I desire most often
To know the truth
Before calamity engulfs
Around the neighbourhood where the voiceless laid
Captive and helpless in their own land.
I will lay to bleed a while
And then rise and fight again if defeated.

What i desired most
Is Gods protect and blessing
Not lacking his wisdom
But grow every now and then in his van yard
As well known as his words.