Our Moses

Take me high On the mountain top Please do and do Before this wind leads me down. Life oh life, Joy today, sorrow tomorrow. That the village people get the credit. Non knows when to be freed from This dungeon we're made to be. Even the sacred is not a place of rest. Yet we all hope to see the better days When our lads are in glorious cannabis And aged in bourbon for joy to lay. Dear Divine, Arise to our aid For this hell is too hot to bear Has your second coming come and gone? No, I know it's yet to come What then will be the fate of sinners That are resident here at your coming Send to us now our Moses Not as one we made in power in foolishness. Before we're consumed by hunger. © olorunleke olorode