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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