Script From The Sentences Poem by Adeosun Olamide

GOOD TILBERT

The tides are turning,
Our ears is filled-
Filled that there is no space for more,
Our heart no longer can hold-
This contempt that have been fed-
Fed to our God-
Christ told that we dwell in peace
In peace with all men-
Even those who slaps us
And wishes us evil-
He said we should flee
And flee far when they pierce us-
But what has done
-Is graver than these things,
It is one that should cause any lover of God-
To pick stones-
And do as David, The beloved of God
Let us remember God,
The one who made us,
The one who beyond our reparation-
Sent his son to die for us-
All of us know this sacrifice pretty well-
And for Him- can we not defend?
We have let the whispers of the devil
Let through our ears,
We have whispered it- ourselves
And let God down-
God is mocked in our school,
Mocked even in His church-
Some have taken it a whole new level-
They think themselves intelligent than God,
We shall not let this,
Not against our God-
And we shall make examples of those,
Of they that have mocked our God,
Lest you see fate that awaits such path-

Here in the dock is a man-
Many to us known as good, intelligent, handsome-
He has contradicted God in his writings-
It is wonder that some have found their way in fame-
Through the mockery of God-
And God has sat in silence, watching us-
His own- people bother naught-
But the tides are turning
As our ears is filled-
Filled that there is no space for more
They began with what they call geography,
They said the earth wasn’t flat,
That the sun does not rise nor set
That what we call Heaven is mere clouds-
It was their opinion and we kept mute
They came again with sorcery-
They named it physics, chemistry-
And brought fire out of liquid-
We are not sadist- we let them be too-
And they came with philosophy, literature
And others-
Others that have dragged some of our beloved away-
From the true God
And now we cannot continue our treat with silence
While good people are fed with lies
And sunk into the gape of hell

Here in the dock is a man-
A man whom for long-
We have given ourselves to his filth
And dwelt in total quietness
As he roared his venom in our ears,
As he put in our young ones veins-
A thought that betrays God-
And it is for too long- we have sat,
It is for too long- that God has been demeaned!
We do not put in or give in to temptations-
Or incitement
We have folded our arms, our lips
And requite His folly with our silence.

We are not judges,
Nor are we righteous,
We live our life as the Christ has shown
And even He- sometimes had to break His silences.

This man in the dock-
Who Renaissance- calls himself
Who through his writings have lured
And taken your children from the Lord,
This man- for whom souls in hell multiplies-
Let us know first- that this man,
That his death- cannot redeem his wrong,
That even- the second death of Christ
Would over him pass-
For that is how filth- He is.
This man- this man that mock us still,
Hear his laughter! Hear!
Hear people of God!
Hear too- the scream of our beloved-
Deceived by him,
Hear their yelp from hell
We want him isolated
Taken from our neighborhood
And want also him cast into darkness-
Deep darkness where the devil can’t thrive

ECHO FROM BEHIND- LEFT

Let the man talk!
Free our teacher!
Let the accused speak!
We have heard enough!

THE JUDGE

Good Tilbert,
We have heard you-
Except the crime for which he is here-
The man you have brought to the dock,
I seem not get his offenses exactly.


ECHO FROM BEHIND- RIGHT

Let the accused hang!
Shall not hear the words of Beelzebub!

THE JUDGE

I pacify us by the word of God;
Let us for once- listen to his wrong
And by this we take properly-
The indignity he has bestowed upon God.


ECHO FROM BEHIND- RIGHT

Indignity you say- you moron!
What crime than mentioned?

THE JUDGE

I shall have you removed, all of you.
And my sleeve still shall be-
I shall count you all contempt
And fine you- or bring you locks

ECHO FROM BEHIND- RIGHT

And we shall burn you down with Him!
And your family as well!


GOOD TILBERT

Let us not let the devil bring chaos in our midst!
Let us not give in to his pushes,
We shall act like Christ-
We shall act in peace
And do as He did when pushed in the temple-
And you-
The people have made Judge thee,
The people clamors!
But again beloved-
Let us not let the devil bring chaos in our midst!
Let us take the Judge request to be slapped-
Our Heavenly model told, we shall have the slap-

ECHO FROM BEHIND- LEFT

Thou have seen our might!
Good Tilbert has seen!
Let the man speak!

JUDGE

I am given to the church,
I totally agree with all in it-
Shall the church threaten my life?
Those of my kids, my wife-
For this cause- we drag?
The accused has plead to be heard-
He has plead repentance-
It is with your will I beckon him
So you may behold his shame!

ECHO FROM BEHIND- RIGHT

Let him then!
Our hoes are idle too long!

THE ACCUSED

It is my thought,
Only mine-
Not begotten by books nor visions-
But meditations
And it is no truth
I know my wrong,
I shall do penance!
But even it- shall not heal the wrong
I have done to this good town-
And I pray your mercy- as you murder me.


ECHO FROM BEHIND- RIGHT

He says murder
He mocks us!
His words are here
You cannot chew them back!

JUDGE

The accused- guilt has plead,
Repentance has commit
And now he is drawn to sentence-
Shall he be washed from his wrongs
As the good lord said of all offenders
Shall we shew mercy?
For I see in heart, a true repentance

ECHO FROM BEHIND- RIGHT

What can you see with those old eyes?
What can you see beyond those glasses?
I see a mock of all us- intelligence

BEHOLDER OF THE SCEPTER

Let the scepter pass, let the scepter in
I have under this scorching sun, to hear
A plot to cause ruin upon our town
To hear what-
That all is washed through a claim
Our body of law suffers cancer
And the scepter must save!
Hear good people! Hear!
What is spoken of your God!
Hear- what He has written of Him!
Hear- all of you and Hear again-
He has called our bible- a ragtag
And name your God-
A name of your most hated demon!
Here in my hand- is his diary
Behold- you people!
Hear too- what He has said of your faith!
Here good people- what Tilbert and the Judge
Hid from us!
The accused shall read his words-

THE ACCUSED

Before the beginning- nothing was known
Or perhaps- all is forgotten
The book, the bible- begins from the middle
Before the beginning- something is known
There was no God, man and angels
There was- just one- three wanderers
Lost upon the face of the earth
Wandering about
Then Him- later known as God
Found two trees in a forlorn lab
He ate of the first tree-
That gave eternal life
And chew of the second
That gave knowledge
And as before- he wandered on
Moving upon the surface of water
Fondling with some ancient civilizations
His knowledge brought him- imaginations
And he began to put pieces our earth
He found the other two wanderers
And gave to the one- later known as angel
Of the first tree-
That gave eternal life
But withheld the other- which gave knowledge
And to the other- later known as man
He gave of the second tree
That gave knowledge
But withheld from- eternal life
And as His wisdom grew due to age
He destroyed both trees
And there- the beginning set sail

ECHO FROM BEHIND- RIGHT

Enough!
Stop him you- filth
Shall you infiltrate our ears this deceit
And web our thought to your disease
Stop now- you filth!

BEHOLDER OF THE SCEPTER

He has contravened Gods law
And added to the scripture-
Only God can judge him-
It is our duty- to send him to God
Perhaps God may have His repentance
For only God can see really through
We shall not judge!
But shall send him to be judged!
We shall put in the beyond-
And with this- set the noose!

GOOD TILBERT

I agree!

ECHO FROM BEHIND –RIGHT

We agree!

ECHO FROM BEHIND- LEFT

An appeal!