If The Walls Have Ears Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

If the walls have ears
They will hear of my tears
Of a lost pride and embraces
I speak of love but hatred has been
My friend at the start of each day
Listen to the sound words of a lost man
In an unknown perfect road of love
What business does a fowl have with the
Grasses of the field when the grains
Awaits him at the door step?
I cry only for your sake, i weep
In the cage when all has gone to bed
I hope for that faithful glorious sabbath
Morning on the altar when i will say i do to you


If the walls have ears
They will pick up the sound of my tears on the ground
Your love made me blind
Your beauty lifted my dreams positively on the other
Phase where men are adored by the gods
I speak always to the four corners of the walls
They couldn't help me in any way but stare
I love you but hate you for the punishment
On my mortal soul.