To The Heavenly Messengers Poem by Olufayo Ezekiel

I ink this day;
to all messengers of heavens,
and self-spiritual ones.


I love heavenly messengers,
for they were chosen not made,
and spiritual not worldly.


Who can go against the heavens?
Who can dare its prophets?
for its voice equates messengers.


To the priests of synagogues;
those that see at heavens' blind,
will be blind when heavens see.
Those that say at heavens' mute;
will be mute when heavens speak.
Those that fly and car,
at sheep's detriment;
will walk a thousand year to the place of
death.
Those that pray nairaly;
like Judas;
will die like the left-hand thief.
And those that bed sheep;
like Eli's sons,
I ink you all, that;
all of you are spiritual masturbators.


To the Imams of mosques;
To those that veil their wives,
to naked someone's abroad,
nakedness will not leave them.
To those that mastermind and smile, at
the death of others religiously;
death will forever betray them.
To those that invoke havoc;
problem will not leave them.
To those that sit on mat for
politrikcians;
they will be lame for life.


To the priest of shrines;
to those that change Oracles voice for
naira;
their lives will change to worst.
To those that take and eat sacrificial
rites;
they will be bard like vulture,
and be torment with a thousand demon.
To those that use humans for gold;
they will never reap their family.


I ink today;
oh! heavens let it be!
Ask! have asked! let it be!
come to pass is for oracle;
my ink is my voice, let it be!
for it is the voice of the masses.