Telephone Conversation Poem by OMOYAJOWO OLAOLUWA

I have a phone and i do call you
my network have i raised among all tongue
my network does not fail
and my battry never fail
i hide phone in the secret place of man
there sim and number undetachable
i call to converse with them day and night
for God call once, yeatwice, men perceiveth not
in dream, in a vision of night...
to drum instruction into there ears
to take pride from him and from his purpose
to keep his soul from pit
and his life from perishiing of the sword
multitude of phones are busy: many reject calls
forgetin i create them.
many are unreachable for they seal their hearts with hot iron
some does not stay awake when i call
call to kingdom; call to service
call out of net and call for purpose
i owns you! ! ! i am alpha and omega.
all flesh will: must tremble at my feet on that great and
terrible day! ! !