Ever since time used not the hands that count,
Giving hurriedness to men of might and valor,
Has the stage been set to recite the table content?
Or this will be thrown past the view of a brave minor?
The Preacher of Peace in all comes holding a beacon,
Chanting profusely on the horizon as a warner
Of a great coming, not a tale we should tag jejune;
And as bearer of pleasant news calming every hoper.
Posturing the elevated beings was envisioned in replica
Alas! A devilish inkling was scanned into bowels of man’s being
I pray you, he has taken a recourse to his desires a par
Not for his gyration in tranquility but pain excruciating
Taking a minute of self-indulgence creates a void
To be filled with peace or pain brim-loaded.
By Abdulazeez Olurode
