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HEART OF MEN








Who can know the heart of men?
Deepest travel into a bottomless end
Thoughts oozing, arising as steam from yet a secret end
A pot dishing good and malicious thoughts

Guard your heart saith the WORD of Life
For it is the wellspring of Life
A corrupt one can make a man smile, yet want to throw you into the Nile
How do we explain a vast array of fertile land yielding barrenness to its humankind
That’s the trick of the crooked hearts, laying beauty to a wasteland

I have seen children suffer, even generations yet unborn
All because of a heart saturated with wrath and scorn
Women struggle, Men Hustle, yet no fruit;
Of course, there is one with a black hole draining human strength

The light of the Sun, beautiful to behold
The moon in the dark revealing its own
But a torch into the heart; yet we find nothing
But wait, that’s the human engine, the seat of his deeds

What makes a heart; the invisible one, unseen yet breathing dangers unforeseen?
What makes a heart; the invisible one, unseen yet praying earnestly for our well being?
Think I got a cue
An answer yet not one;

That should be what comes into him;
 It’s a summation of what resides and comes forth from the invisible one
Into the fold of men
To ruin them
Or to build them

What a phenomenon
The unseen one


@Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

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