My Computer. Poem by BUNMI OROGUN SAMUEL

I heard a white man's drum,
Echoing in the black man's ear,
With its irresistible input and output device,
That makes it more lively,
In a computable world of technology.

I adore your beautiful names,
In the glittering facade of your green eden.
Made a cricket slit a night silence,
With the scalpel of its throat.
Indeed, adoration is your name.

The knowledge of your efficiency,
Express seconds of your wide access,
At a very moment of trillions doors.
Indeed, great is none other than your name.
My profound computer!

Language and languages are singing praises of hallelujah,
Thoughts are wondering of your supernatural invention,
Minds are kept with daily spirit of worships,
Words are expressed through daily dance of your reality,
Body of its totality asked to say well done,
Indeed, great is none other than your name.
My profound computer!