On the Touchline
(Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 82)
I see things of favour as Your right
Either fair or not, You never cease
What if You did not do, will I fight
Wrestling You is an unreasonable tease
An unfathomable dedication designs thought
Reasoning flash its lonely light across
And my mind and brain couldn't figure the lot
Then I make no sense of the brief, dear Boss
How can we beat You to anything in life
The strength and scope; yet we strife
Now that the pig cant peg a farm for itself
And rest on You; needs become really rife
I wondered if I let every claim sits in the blue
Wait, when will distress disrespectfully bid adieu
That caring pain will caress troubled gain
For risk to gear up praise and loose the locked chain
Please, let the substitute be off the pitch
In order for my essence to be made known
Just then the effects would have enough to bewitch
The mix of chance, recovery, and plan backbone
Let me have words more to say
And caress in mind alone-- desires
To safeguard imagination's way
That could emotionally cook satires
Oh be harsh to the few fastened foes
That unrelentingly follows the slow flows
They never leave the touchline to enshrine
Which that no lineman assigned unless twine
Copyright © Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa | Year Posted 2022
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