How Many Have Question The Gods? Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

How many have question the gods
About our misfortune and pains?
How many have question the gods
Of our smiles that danced back to
Our mouths in horror?
Of the leaders with black mind?


Are the gods to blame of our tears?
The troubles in the land they made pure?
We betray our own soul yet cry of abandoned dreams and seized liberty
Like the lawless city, we sing all in shame

The sky sing of our pain in diapores
The moon darkied at night to prevent
Us from seeing the future at hand
Are the gods to blame of our misfortune?
Like the dove they made us pure
But we turned our selves as the pigs

We would welcome the new rain
Only with hope and faith in mind
Question the gods of our misfortunes
Then shall their be peace in the land