When The Dice Rolls Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

When the dice rolls
I rose, I rose.
Had the preacher preaching
The world experience casualties these day
In fact, I look at the facts
I thought it was slim but it looks fat
Casually, when the dice rolls lives are being born to the world
When the dice rolls lives are being take out to rest in the arms of death
That how it goes, when the dice rolls
Everybody knows their roles to play
In place, when the dice rolls
We meet friends and foes
Folks cheers up love ones and mourn love ones
Among ourselves, we know who is great and not great
We all encounter pains and gains
Against the future, again when the dice rolls
Woke up early before to see people working
And to see other people stressing out because they have no job
The rich get rich and the poor stays poor
When the dice rolls, that how it goes
The speaker blow out loud with our own selves speaking
We thief each other, fight each other and encourage each other
That how it goes, when the dice rolls
People meet Jesus and others meet Satan
When it rolls, God saves the unrighteous to be righteous
Satan kept the unrighteous to kill the righteous
When the dice rolls, fingers are being cross
On the cross that Jesus died, when the Romans roll the dice
He died for our sins, a perfect picture of love shown to us by Jesus
When the dice rolls, there is a blessings and a curse in life
When it rolls, some people prefer blessing
Preferably other go for curse
When the dice rolls, is either you choose Jesus or Satan
When the dice rolls choose well…