Rose Beneath The Cross Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Life is an enterprise.
And Love but a merchandise
A give and take comprised
For all men, Pain is the prize
To pay, see those in mornrise;
With tears, burning their sacrifice
Lifting their heavy crosses, some they compromise
Some they move it, some big, some of slim size
Many drag theirs, some have theirs sliced
All heading to a place where skulls are cruised
Knowing before it could turn beauty rose,
Everyone must to submit down a cross.