If my life can bless a soul in distress
Beatitudes in the sermon on the mount would smile
The book of life would witness
Warmth of recruitment for a while.
If my life can marry darkness and overburdens
A relationship, heathens would rejoice
Realising my life locked horns with dens
For fallen angels with no moral ground choice.
If my life can toggle between paganism
Fetishism, occultism and Christianity
May life veers towards a disgrace of animism
And the poverty and paucity of chastity.
If my life can elevate a suppressed soul from the mire
Of deprivation, rejection and dejection
Then I dare say my life can inspire
Hope on slopes of redemption.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem