The Mirrow Poem by Oluseyi Akinbami

From the mirror of vanity,
I saw wealth breathing demon, like a messenger from hell,
Hardening minds of mortal men
I looked through vein for immorality
Self and will in a cage,
Saying yes to carnal lure
From man’s pumps of life
Into holes made for good
I looked through the throne of kings,
I saw woods as crowns and passing thrones
Passing wheels of vain and pride, only the gods ordain the Kings
And no mortal knows his time.
In the land of politics,
I saw lies and huge deceit, cunning verbal craft of vain mortals
In the religion of men,
There is a search so deep in man, but most in illusions slip
Yet, one route says The Way by His Son
Also, multitudes walking down the lane of Hades, though in gods made their boast
On the road to honor, I saw humility and sobriety.
On the way to a fall; only superciliousness.
On the path to heaven, there only One in stainless robe
And all that follow Him are secured,
Again, on the way to hell, a loud large crowd of singing, dancing, rejoicing
“Christian” “Muslim” “Buddhist” “shintoist” “Maoist” 'traditionalist” and more
Carrying books of religion, some rejoicing and invoking errors
There I stood for hours on the path of hell,
In hours of thoughtfulness, then I conclude
That the bibles cannot save and so are the books of religion
Churches are mere houses for seekers and so is the mosques where dirty creeds hides
The road to Life is narrow
The path of life is wide, to seek life
Seek His son. So it is