I Have A Message To The World Poem by Babalola Jubril

They keep climbing my trees,
They want to fall,
To the earth surface,
Grow into new plant,
They will turn you to new leaf,

I am neither a prophet,
Nor a messenger,
But listen to my words,
They are my thoughts,
That has been verified,
My experience! That was my mistakes,
The information I received From the unknown,

Read! Listen to them well,
Those falling hot words,
As I unveiled them to the world.


© Young Prof.