LATE CAME EARLY: TWO
What’s good about the day when I’m not Job,
My name is Peter if at all I must hear any bad news it should be the death of my friend Jesus whom I denied thrice.
If I was told to pick between life and death;
Death will be a thing of joy.
Who can stop the opera from singing?
Her voice came unexpected while the inhabitants of Babylon were asleep.
How are the mighty fallen?
How can the poor stand?
If not in the land of the dead will be the abode of the rich
Lest the poor thinks of riches and have hope
Now I know what solution cannot solve
Have seen evil having it abode in heaven
Have seen evil under the sun
Failure is what pain cannot feel
Have seen what sugar cannot make sweet
Whatever consolation is left should be given to the dead
Let hope remain in the desert of the dead
Lest the living think hope is an inheritance
Let life be gone from earth then the elders of the earth will remain?
No wonder mother nature told me the bitter truth from the beginning of life;
That life had ended when I was born
I asked if hope was left, none, no not one, none is left.
The forest will be a tree again and the deserts will be dry again
the ashes of hope
Dust to dust
Vanity upon vanity
Grace to grass
All in obedience to nature
Though the earth is spherical, for whatever reason it is not round
And there is no edge for any man to fall off, if so;
Suicide is betrayal
To trust is suicide
To avenge is foolishness
Being told is a risk
But the risk in life is not taking risk at all
So taking the risk in life is worth living
Then the theory is made effective;
What goes up comes down
Still nature disobeyed,
The sun is always up
Even the shy moon landlords the skies @ night
Great Babylon is under the siege of the termite and cankerworm and the palmerworm.
Even Rome is troubled with chaos that chases the throne to death
Babylon can save nations but who can save Babylon?
BY; Adedeji Oshigbesan