Roll Call Poem by Michael Eziudo

The hedge is broken and the serpent has striken
Where now do you run to from the pains that have smitten
Will you be writing me a letter from hell
Or shall we be dinning together in a home far so well
Home draws nearer and its distance far so shorter
And award comes with a roll call at the eleventh hour

At this eleventh hour of yours the sky has gone dark
The designed construction that had kept it from going dark
Was given you since time immemorial
But one ear took it and the other swept it out
Now the head is off and the ears aren't spared
Too late to cry now that the milk is spilled

The roll call has started and it approaches your turn
From a distance you now see this world's beauties as vanities
Vanity! But it took your moments and your heart and precious soul
And the body, the spirit houser no longer has its content
Standing now it breaths by the remains of the long gone landlord
How rotten, better hidden than exposed

Tell them to send no messanger here
When eventually you cross the border to there
For if we dont hear them jinglers here we shan't here them of the spirit become flesh
The roll call is on call make no delay
And take heart for upon hardwork diligence and pay
You earned yourself a worthy destination of pain without end - Hell fire.