The Trumpeter Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

I will stand my watch to hear what the trumpeter may say.
Day in day out is your cry in my ears,
Not the Adam's that sent him off the garden
Nor Samuel's that made him judge over Jacob.
Neither am I in a cinema that you make me clap so steady,
Clap clap so come the song of the trumpeter,
The melody which none can unravel.
In deceit you've laid our body to infirmity,
Now the fear of zika is our hearts pant for.
You make death lays her cold hand on us and our babies.
Not you to be blame our enemy friends,
But our dirty world of futility.
Get away from us for we need you not.
We've made our mark to stay off dirt but wish you not well.
Farewell you.
Proudly lekpastor.