I will not hold my peace...
And let some man determine a life for my kids,
The very reason I want to speak.
I've watched the world do as it pleases,
Who am I to speak...
Lo I am a watchman on the night:
I keep my post as men fall asleep,
As this wolves clad as sheep.
Swift and gaudy they blend-in,
Leaving no space in-between.
This very intermediate granting amends,
Selling souls to the devil's hands.
Be awake I've seen this evil era,
learn to discern truth from error.
Lest thou become sterile from this blight,
Brave-the-night and shine the light.
Let's brace ourselves for this long shift,
Darkness we'll endure, but light will be our gift,
Heed the call, something looms in our horizon,
All seems lost, but stand and speak...hope is risen.
Witty reflection set aside for sober reflection. A well conceived and elegantly penned piece of poetry, well articulated with conviction. Thanks for sharing Kyvin.
Thanks for a reflective comment, very positive and uplifting, I'm great full Mr Chinedu Dike.
Liked this one very much. Perhaps you meant 'as men FALL asleep'. Minor point but it deserves the polishing up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amen...hope is rising!
Indeed, Mr Smith... Thank you!