Take me high
On the mountain top
Please do and do
Before this wind leads me down.
Life oh life,
Joy today, sorrow tomorrow.
That the village people get the credit.
Non knows when to be freed from
This dungeon we're made to be.
Even the sacred is not a place of rest.
Yet we all hope to see the better days
When our lads are in glorious cannabis
And aged in bourbon for joy to lay.
Dear Divine,
Arise to our aid
For this hell is too hot to bear
Has your second coming come and gone?
No, I know it's yet to come
What then will be the fate of sinners
That are resident here at your coming
Send to us now our Moses
Not as one we made in power in foolishness.
Before we're consumed by hunger.
© olorunleke olorode
The difficult situation we live sincerely necessitate a call for our Moses. Nice write up. Give you a 10. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments
IvI' read the poems and all I was left with after reading is that you should be my mentor. They're all super.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully put together. Good job Olorode.
Thank you. I appreciate.