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The Dust On World's Eyes

THE DUST ON WORLD’S EYES. The earth crying of pains, the Sky’s eyes running tears, complains of losing sight. Rolling in phases the destructions of man, The earth orbit sick of hearing more; Civilized and uncivilized laws destroyed our values, as religions incarcerated the truth. Humanity raining destructions; hard on everything on the surface, Things under the earth, are crying of volcano damages that’s spreading like roots of tree . Scandal s got angry like madness snake; Targeting figures and stars; bitten harder on men Nations destroying each other, leaders drawing sword of war and sanctions Yes, ruling class are clashing, little sleep do they find. Politics is destroyed by scandals and corruptions, The umbrella of peace is broken , made crippled and stationed on wheelchair. Yes, peace made sick and hospitalized in sanction’s hand. The strong are Kneeling and begging for waving ; the stronger spit fire of more. The more the strong isolated from the stronger, the more the confusion. Things fallen apart, allies gloaming and head thinking. Unequal fairly is destroying the world, unequal living has destroyed us Weeding out elements of unfairness practices; stands unrealistic but realistic. There was a World I met , a world of peace , a world of hope and a world of prosperity In that world, men are lovers of peace and women are hold high. There is a World to leave behind, a world of disarray and chaos Where existence looks inconvenient; only the anointed of corruption have the best in that world, nothing left undestroyed. Humans are sold like pieces of meat in the market, children are homeless and the fear not to born get worse. Unequal currencies set ablaze the economy, leaving it disjointed and sorrowful Everyone have sore of pains unhealed ; things that made us one has tore us apart. A world where humans have no leader; but, leaders have leaders, All have destroyed the world Written by Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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