PREPARE TO MEET YOUR GOD (ON WORLD TERRORISM AND HEARTLESSNESS)

POEMS THAT INVOKE THOUGHT

PREPARE TO MEET YOUR GOD

(ON WORLD TERRORISM AND HEARTLESSNESS)

By Bolaji Olaniba

There is one whose ambitions are greater than the sacred life of the people

He tosses his glass of wine to the massacre of the common man

The news of scattered human flesh pinches him not

He is immovable, because of his never satisfied political want

*Sigh*

Hope in the existence of the SUPREME ONE; Common man.

Though the ideology of our political dogs seems greater to them than the human Blood

All around the world are leaders whose smiles are as Dane guns

*Sighs*

Hope in the existence of the ALMIGHTY ONE; common man.

They stand upon watery ideologies

Claiming they will see it out with all their ability,

That they represent men called; ordinary

But they end up with staunch grudges

Maiming same beings by virtue of great greed.

Religious they say, political they claim

Being sponsored by those who put out teethes of deceit

Men of assumed admirable virtues

Hypocrites!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They turn in the dark and wire out mischief

*Sighs*

Hope in the EVERLASTING ONE; common man.

You ohhh masked Devils

Claiming the fight for your right,

Your ideologies,

You touch not the Political Snakes and chameleons

But shatter the dreams of the common man

For your selfish ambitions.

Prepare to meet your GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@Bolaji Olaniba 2017

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