Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.119.192.101
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
CORRUPTION
As the tree branch its hands to collect  wind
So do  men  branch  out their hand to  offer and collect my willingly. 
Sweetness, and  bitterness of life are my  darkness works
Those who eat from me  are those singing  the song- let’s stop corruption. 
Who can say, am the cause of  drought  in  all nations?
Everywhere, echoes of your senseless possessions, crimpled the  lands
Look inside you, you will see corruption seed happily growing.
Colour  of skins, no longer fear  but trend on  my path.
Some kill to magnified me; some are roped into my wide name.
The  mouth  of the corrupted wants me stop  for better life
Better life  they never intended for any living souls 

I am  everywhere: in the  church, in the mosques, in the families, in the schools;
Even in the bedroom of individual. I am there.
As the nose stood on the face,  so do I;  in your mind 
What you do not need;  you do  have  them.
You give birth to me daily in your blood and tongue
Your eyes sees me  and glued to me.  
To end me,  is to end all humanities;  all  have corrupted.
Who can says  am not part of him or her?
The only truth in  your mouth is me.
I am the bedrock of distinct colour’s economy
I made them rich and  kept others  borrowers. 
I made some rich, I made some  rotten in jail, while some are  permanently poor.
Famine, marginalisation, mass death;  strengthen my existence and co-existence.
I walk through dispensations  till date. 

Those who enjoyed me  pervert  the course of  justice and fairness
Oh, thou that eat from my table, why do thou want me sentence?
Has thou considered: your husband, wife, children and friends who I fed fat? 
I have come to stay in this world  since man never think to stop wanting more;
You called me  corruption, but I called you  my seed.
I am  god to the  rich and enemy to the poor.
If I smile to your faces or  hands , no one  can resist and flee 
I gummed your eyes and palms as the fluid in the bone.   
I am  due for  legalisation and honour
honour  me as  you do for those  I made.
Having headaches daily on how to end me  
never stop me from living in the  heart of men.
I need  recognition;  sign ne into law  worldwide. 
by Pastor Omojevewe Emmanuel
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required