Festiver of Prayers

FESTIVER OF PRAYER. Rain of pain Transgress to become my Veil, What day will man Reunite, with the aim To standout and play? Heavy cry of infected Crowd, Face towards the clouds, Singing aloud Songs of solitary verse. The festive is packed Various tribes become one Shaft. Prayers accumulate in heights, We need a city consisting of Only lights, Even at nights Perfect those without sight, Reject bribes to cook Lies. We search towards the spirit Life, Miming there vibes As the moon shines, Into every eye, Submit your crime, to The ONE who Takes up all fights. This a selfless night Pay every missing tithe. Kind advise, Don’t miss his right. AKEWUSOLA HABIB.