Bringing To Order

And if you stand in doubt Who brought this rhyme about My name is Isaac James Odah I remain in good order. Though my rhyme be regged Tattered, rusty and jagged; If you take heed It'll be a good lead. For as far as I can see, It is wrong with each degree When many puff with pride; And refuse morality on their side. With high and hunt adventure, They become evil structure; Just for silver and gold Their integrity is sold. See all good in them rotten, And virture is also forgotten; The smallest temptation they'll succumb, Pretending to be deaf and dumb. Thus, I Isaac James Odah, Intending to bring to order What I consider great suicide Eating many inside. Trying to rescue them from evil corners, Soon they are seen as goners. Sound to them words of warning You'll encounter their anger burning. Helping to break the yoke, They'll regard it as a joke; Knowing life got no dublicate, But created to be delicate. Life must be handle with care, With creator's reverential fear; Then hope'll flow like stream, Appearing like good dream. The grandson of Odah Has still got another, This must be revealed, I can't have it concealed. Not minding who's offended Nor they that are defended. Aiming to bring to light, And persuading to do right. This is my enviable mission Never out of commission. These words of mine is life, A companion as a wife. Whatsoever you take it to be, It'll sting wrong heart as bee Piecing like a sharp sword, Leading as undefeated lord. Taking my words on trust Can prevent human rust; The truth therein has no truncation, To you everywhere I make my dedication.