Tossing My Soul Poem by OPWONYA JOEL ONEN

Back in those days, in the dust of creation
When larks sings, owls give instrumentals and parrots raps
Man live naked and didn't sinned rather live
Back in the days of no schools, phones or money
And life was life! Life was lived not existed
Dear God created man to own earth not to be ruled on earth
No Corona infection or HIV, no pills or family planning, no religion! In those days
And now we are here drowning as soon as birth
Prescribed in an envelope to follow like a doctor and patients' doses
Spiritually parallel but religiously perpendicular and stuck following religious protocols
In a heavy paste of existence against God's 'live on earth'
Oh earth...