Train Of Trial Poem by Mcanthony Nwatu

If the Negro didn't speak of
Rivers, the ambassadors
Poverty would override and ruin
Their lives with their stillborn
Promises.

The went with us was wonderful
The past poured peace into piece
And together we traded the track
That trades to treasure.

Yesterday when train of trial came,
The minister of sweet mouth fell-in;
The motor mouths spread the viral particles.
Unity vanished leaving itself
In diversity. Our peaceful pleasure
Turned to painful pleasure.

Then the war of envy and jealousy
Divided the ship, but the blind
Thought that the truth that bitters
Divided the ship.
But when the eye that sees for
The eyes bleed; it saw that united
We stand on the island that quakes
Covering the fire that burns the heart,
And divided we fall into the bed
Of roses where peace, love, equity
Truth and impartiality prevail;
Then the Negro spoke
Ambassadors of poverty disappeared.
Today we are on the bed of roses
Building a wall stronger than that
Of Jericho around it. And I say
With determination without lagging
Love and peace without backstabbing
We will knock the GOLD.
Heaven will be our starting point
We will find opportunity in difficult
We will minus pain from
Painful pleasure and shine the globe.
Happy for we have returned
To the track that
Trades to treasure.