Oluseyi Akinbami Poet Lyric

I Slipped

Too soon the table turned,

This comfort is swept away.

and the blessings withered,

I smart under the gall,  

my cloak is torn from me, 

harassed by owners of this earth,

I am plunged into dirt just for a pry,

and now I quip under the lash,  

snapped in the stock, 

my limb are cut away, 

lured through a whorish deceit. 

To vanities of a few days. 

this does not do for me, 

and now like a prodigal, 

I cease from this voyage. 

I would rather be in a cottage with like minds,

in the company of Jesus, 

than be cloaked in this stocking horse of a  mere phantom.  

I am a stranger here, 

His cross ever my rest and  stay

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