Beyond Life

Riding on the longest road taken on the filthy path not yet walked building Mecca without its bricks The Kaaba stood on lonely strip who is bold to take from devil? lying on a dead man’s grave whispering to his darker self _wahala don come_ The fear he felt in a stricken view eroded hope served on platter’s gold what have we come to do in this world? is it to lose ones shadow in a violent sin? or to shout Hail Mary to the high heavens or to Fellowship with lost sheep trailing a whistling shepherd cajoling lost herd into a beast’s lair call upon the Oracle for a Messiah cast the divinity beads to the ground consult _irumole_ for direction The sky is gravely pregnant Earth not ready for her birth Foot Note: Irumole: gods(from the Yoruba tribe of south western African country of Nigeria) Wahala Don come: trouble is coming