anakani Odatuwa

The Dying Man.


This burden
This plight...
A brighter day I desire
Not the arguments of religion
Nor the ill nature of philosophies
I’m like the deer desperate for water...
Oh let the rain fall
And the dew upon my lowly brow doth fall
That this thirst be quenched
But will thirst make the man drink from the gutters?
Only the unknown world can see this hunger...
I seek for the tales of the almighty
To know his heart
To understand his soul song...
Let go of the irk face of traditions and religion
I seek the immortal truth of life
I'm like Pontius Pilate I joined in this quest
What is the truth?
Ye who understand the ways of divinity
Your voice I employ
Ye who knows the ways of his majesty
Tell me the lines to walk therein
For my heart quakes after the ink of the tales of redemption...
Somebody! Anybody! Help!

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010

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  • Ashton Weibel (1/29/2010 9:33:00 AM)

    i am very impressed touching poem... and the dew upon my lowly brow doth fall

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