To God Be The Glory Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

To God Be The Glory

This candle burns slowly —and with the severity of courage
We pick our way with utter caution down the bombarded stairway
One thing is certain: we must flee from this scoffing pillage.
Aided by fluttering tallow, our vision is haunted by the airway.

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