The New World Poem by habib akewusola

THE NEW WORLD.
Keep reading and don't talk,
Robots do major work
As I supervise and watch.
With my cold hands
I read psalm
As the sun is turning on
From the west lawn,
These new world is a song
Long told by the holy monk,
It was kept far in the elephants
Trunk
We didn't read to be wisdom
Drunk.
The world was a better place,
Till riches came with a sensitive
Scent,
Segregation enters every page
Poverty becomes a stain and
Pain of the destined age.
Tears is this healthy rain
She can express,
But will never explain.
The new world
Is these great spray
I can't challenge the other
Of the day,
Two stage is all time present
A present or punishment for
Man rent
The new world isn't the same
And will never remain
The same even for any saint.

HABIB AKEWUSOLA