God rejects no beauty
The wise, the unlearned and the
mate soaked in gin– eyes gory
in darkness
Man intimates all beauty
The passions, pleasure and
the bulls that plough the field relentlessly
Angels abound in blessings
The musk, servitude and highway
that leads to Heaven
Mothers carry their crosses,
The pain, sacrifice and thorns of
the corn-field harvest
The farm house return their glories, with songs of happiness tavern with
dance and delightful noise
They bring forth their basket
with praises of The Lord who wrapped the heavenly banquet
I’m in HEAVY dryness of writing, I hope it takes me not so long to recover.
Michael Ogundele (M.O)