Love That Conquers* - Dedicated Towards World Peace - Poem by Oyelakin Gbolahan
What sort of love is ‘tis?
That never gets hurt easily,
always patient and forgives;
it anticipates evil and quietly prevails.
What else could conquer inconsistency,
prejudice, instability, hostility, hatred, intolerance…?
…the portrait of the world we inhabit today.
Love that never takes a record of evil,
covers all iniquities, showing mercy over judgement;
puffs up not, but achieves all things
thro’ the way of humility and perseverance.
Looking thro’ the eye of a needle,
it believes all things and never gives up.
Only that which understands true selflessness,
servanthood, neighbourhood and sacrifice
can deliver hope to mankind
and bring home a desirable change.
‘Tis is what love (symbolizes) stands for.
What an indispensable element missing in world leaders;
The key factor neglected in the global agenda for peace.
The omitted link in bridging the timeless differences
between the rich and the poor,
the old and the young; the male and the female;
The abandoned weapon forsaken during emancipation movements
and other progressive liberty warfare or struggles.
The elixir that cures all ailments
and leaves behind no scars;
The potion that transforms the created
to become like the Creator.
The invisible, mystical key
that opens all the supernatural doors leading to eternity;
Love…that is it.
The greatest nightmare ‘tis day…
…our societies lack leaders who can serve
with love - strength and faith;
‘tis love gives strength and believes all things.
All men who conquered…
…left remarkable, traceable, indelible marks of identities
and indisputably impacted the world positively,
were people who were at the command of love.
Only a man that has been conquered by love
will truly conquer all things.
Love is the only gate that leads to a peaceful life.
Love that conquers fear, fear that conquers death;
The secret of immortality.
Let there be love…
…love that conquers.
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