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The Age of Mother Earth Is Numbered
The sun danced along joyfully The moon clapped beautifully The breeze swung here and there The stars came singing of hope, The oceans, the rivers and the sand Gathered in the field to watch nature. When you go home do not eat The manner shall fall this night The activist shall rise without mouth Without your nose shall mouth stand The age of mother nature is written on my palms and can be counted here. Tell grave that mother must not come to her with a bleeding body that curse Tell the idle ants not to boast to father Tell the jobless birds that nature is angry Make them eat their vomits and venoms For being jobless on the sky's market place. I can stand and judge the earth I can count the forest with my eyes Do not look at my eyes locked away I am the night of the night in dreams When Nature comes home with me on the Bamboo chair shall he sit to eat. The age of mother earth is numbered; Her age is written before men of grace Soon, she would be gone from this planet Soon, she would be tale to tell to fables Our children shall see her no more here but shall be told of her troubles to men. When the messiah shall come in glory The earth shall be no more but a snow Where will you be then at sight of this? (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016
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