OUR WORLD: FAR FROM MEEKNESS

Our sphere though laden with many souls, but not many 'souls'

Many clans, many groups, many races, yet many hates

Discrimination, prejudices, stereotypes, greed and bigotry forms at least many hates

Our faces gloom, many faces dried, yet many hearts filled with hates

Help is far, piety is missing, bliss is wanting, we've sent meekness packing

We are proving our worth by monuments of mammon and by violent contest, for we've sent meekness packing

Enough has been transformed to scarcity, safety to war; for greed came knocking, so we sent meekness packing

We are considering our unique identity above our humanity, less or no empathy; for we've sent meekness packing

Though we strive and fight, though we battle for supremacy

Alas! as it is written in the books of Yeshua, only a kind of humanity shall reign upon the earth

The meek, yes the meek: they shall inherit the gains of this sphere

Yes! they shall reign in the lands, hence, we could choose their path

Bolaji Olaniba (2022)

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Nay! Not an abode from they that slay

-As conquest grew and wars loomed - A hand grew mightily up in the lands of sreal - A hand that slain, as of first practice, the flesh of bears and blood of beast flowed like streams. - He slain the 10,000 and the 100,000 - The flesh and foreskins of men wearied him in the land of philistines for yea! They were many that lieth waste - He grew mightily by the Hand of His Lord, His kingdoms stayed knitted together; indivisible - This man sought a house for His Lord of lords and His King of kings - Nay!! saith His Lord, thine hands are filled with violence and thine feet tread upon streams of blood, they flow before me as oceans - Hence, should I dwell in an abode coupled by these hands, nay!! - I have chosen thine offspring, he shall give me an abode I desire, from the hands of peace - No one takes your place in my heart - But nay!! a house of blood!! I wouldest not take from thee (Tales And Rhymes Of a Man GOD Loved So Much) By Bolaji Olaniba

MY FATHER

Many framed men Hefty yet without course Many Huge men; many but yet not strong Many Daddies comes handy, yet not really Daddies But you my Father; you are out of this world Of the frame of a house set upon the hill which cannot be hidden A man brimming with daily tenacity Considerable yet wise A custodian of truth not lies Ever seen a structured entity with a structured approach; yeah that’s my Father Relentless as the Eagle strolls the skies for her eaglet in winter and summer Many men may refrain from the cold as a bane; yet in it, you toil, not issuing complain Spent time with you; never really seen your frowning face; still, u didn’t spare the cane Many men there is, yet a Good man is scarce But amongst the few; you aim for the stars @ ½ a century and 1 still bouncing like a boy I am certain you will reap many years in abundant Joy @Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

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