Postcard From Heaven Poem by Tony Adah

People of the lower realm
Of mega cities, towns, villages
And farm dwellers
It feels so good to be here
With guardian angels and saints
If you ever tasted here
You always wancome come
Stress free living
In a labyrinth of a supersonic Xanadu
No traffic hold-up, hunger, thirst
Or birth or death.

We are watching
You by the seconds
And the minutes and the hours
Days, weeks, months and years
Heavens are watching
Your greed and avarice
Iniquities and murderous ways
Your oblivion
On the path
Of the less privileged
Are all written in our log book.

We know a great deal of
Your longing for here
Our eldorado but you must
Shed your cloak of flesh and bones
Our transport system
Deals with ghosts only
Of men and women like you
Or you go to the other side
Where an inferno blazes
Like the spew
Of a volatile volcano.