Beware
Thinking of the mess that "mess"
Mess with unmessed messers;
My soul breed lividity.
Skirts no longer have its hold
As trousers lust after them like desperate achievers.
Through the streets of Lagos,
They hawk their messy chips
Leaving the road to a puzzle:
"who is pedestrian"?
Lord please forgive them for
They know what they do.
Thinking of what sin has done
To men of sin that has refused
To leave the pin of sin
And cleave to the fountain of living;
My kidneys pant for pity:
For hell is but a den
And well of helly imps in helly grins
Furry hopes and sights and pot belly demons.
I be not a preacher
But I preach to you today:
Beware of the kingdom of mess
And still I pray Lord please forgive them
For they know what they do.
Copyright © Izee Israel | Year Posted 2013
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