Skip to main content

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)

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

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)

AND SO WHAT? (THE COSTLY NEGLIGENCE)

A couple of intrigues in my Niger area; I graduated with a 4.99 Cgpa Society: and so what? I can invent I even built a model helicopter out of scrap and the dustbin Society: and so what? I am morally upright I love and keep the laws of my father land Society: and so what? I work hard Earning my money from my daily struggles Society: and so what? I shun bribery I never meddle with corrupt practices Society: and so what? As a student I shun exam malpractice I believe in the genuity of my ability Society: and so what? See I want to become a banker, lawyer or an accountant I want to offer standard services to everyone in the society Society: and so what? I hope to take many kids off the streets Ensure a hope for them and ensure they are educationally fit Society: and so what? Even though this terrain is not smiling una mehn, I am just gonna keep keeping on Society: and so what? As a professional athlete I...

THE FATE IN OUR HANDS

In the mid 1960s Dinga area, the tension became as steam rising and oozing from boiling water in a kettle, the Just amalgamated newborn in; Dinga was like a baby learning how to walk, however, her case was as one with too many instructors; I could say more than 1 parent dictating the pattern of walk each deem as ideal for the young nation, eventually confusing the tender one. Ali Balrebe was 25 years old son of a Cleric in Northern Dinga, He had just returned from Academic sojourn in the United States of Alerica, after been schooled on Islamic rudiments from the age of 8 years old in Daure town of Northern Dinga, His father: though a staunch Islamic fundamentalist showed a little soft spot for western innovation and ideals secretly allowed his beloved son a trip to the west for academic enlightenment, a much-forbidden act by the Northern dinga society. On course, Ali was a student of Peace and conflict studies at the Howard University of Alerica. He gained insight i...