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The Life Below Is A Ruin And A Wreck

Source: Mr. Adeola Ikuomola
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The flowers embedded in eternal glow
Dealt vanity a visually colourful blow
And the clouds descending low
Like the pregnant snow
All the birds’ castles were caught gazing
And the happy herd of cattle grazing
On the trays the suns rays blazing
Like gold the world laid brazen
Brown birds, bees and butterflies boom
Pollens they swept with a new broom
Plucking us off night’s boring doom
Like scales in their family room
White clouds captured the celestial deck
With the angelic beings offering a peck
Upon their paraded innermost speck
The life below is a ruin and a wreck
The wound in our continent defiles a cure
As a dash in our birth to death so sure
Iniquity upon our heart pulls a lure
Away from the Saviour so pure
PUPILS-CONQUERING VIEWS
With pupils-conquering views
The soul surveys the wonderlands
With breath seasoned with cold hate
Mortals seek to fan the flames of peace
Like pretty preys of the mighty
And cute captives of the terrible
The sea pleaded, the floods wept
Aboard the circumstantial waterfalls
The sun is blindfolded for fun
Like thieves nabbed by the rays
And the deep dances nude abroad
Like the bats basking in a bright sunlight
Twilight twists our pleasantries
Tomorrow is a borrowed sorrow
With mind unlocked from Divine will
Future groans like a non-lubricated machine
RANDOM THOUGHTS
The flowers embedded in eternal glow
Dealt vanity a visually colourful blow
And the clouds descending low
Like the pregnant snow
All the birds’ castles were caught gazing
And the happy herd of cattle grazing
On the trays the suns rays blazing
Like gold the world laid brazen
Brown birds, bees and butterflies boom
Pollens they swept with a new broom
Plucking us off night’s boring doom
Like scales in their comely hum
Peace to the wise is the eternal life’s tool
Willed to the singled hearted, not two
Vanity the foolish has made a fool
Like sewing with a spider’s wool
Blood abhors the warlords with deep sigh
Like fiery coals cast upon a tender thigh
Sanity seeks the sky for the light why
Birds have no communion to buy
OUR LANTERN IS LIFTED FOR OUR SAVIOUR
When the day’s goggles’ go dim
And our lashes square the beam
Like silence haunted by thunder
The reigning woes we fall under
Dirty delegates from armed skies
Scenes for sickening mobs’ styles
Herded but blindfolded hostages
Thunder for resounding postages
Deep drums deck the dewy dome
Birds chirping blindly in the home
We wait for bright days to be free
Like birds soaring beyond the tree
A dark night hovering much longer
Skims our hearts with deep hunger
Distanced from a vicious behaviour
Our lantern is lifted for our Saviour