What If? Poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi

With my fingers crossed
I hold within my head
Thoughts so, so deep,
Like a child in deep sleep:
A golden land
And fine moisture sand:
A land without queens and kings
Where anyone can grow wings
And fly as high as they can
Or legs long enough for a run.
Yes, see how they creep
In my thought so deep:
A land of milk and honey,
A world without greed and money,
A world pregnant with heavenly fire
And sun that never makes man tire.
We all fear God, or claim to
From whom life and light flow.
But how come that privy thief
That steals and causes us grief?
Which causes man to rise and also fall,
That thief whose origin none can tell,
From whom none can redeem.
What if life is but a dream,
And God a casualty,
Will we ever wake up to that reality?