The Brute Force Of The Word. Poem by Adedolapo Olisa

The brute Force of the WORD
Tells the wind mill to spin
it drags the wind's next of kin
buries its authority, and makes it a disciple

Brute without physicality
yet slams the most concentrated muscles on its feet
Pierces the skin more efficiently than a sharp pin
The hearts of men surrender as if an armed cop beckons

The dogs of humanity
become saints from heavens
while the birds of eternity
rise beyond the eagles, and beneath hell
they shine with the authority of the WORD they carry
grief and pain; joy, peace and solace they spread by only a glance

The Brute Force of the WORD
Energy, which the sun only depicts, is only a glimpse
controls the very core of existence
Gives freedom without utterance or battle
The force that relieves the shackle, and only CAN