Not By Chance Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

Dareh the fisherman, by the riverside stood
Net in hand, he prayed for a catch
Of a few fish for the evening food

The water lay in silence
Dareh watched in hopeful trance
He prayed to have a catch
Should God allow a chance

He drove his net flying
Flung into the river's deep
He waited for his chance
Of a fishful reap

Suddenly, heavy was his net
As he drove it to the shore
Wise he had been to pray
For a catch of less or more

Quickly sat He by the shore
To see his catch of chance
Lo, it was a school of fish
And a teacher of evolution!