The Owner of the Farm
Hmm, behold the bold face of
the future
of wise words, sacred, and sure;
From the terrific throne of a
perfect prophet
sent through the scary scrolls of
a plain poet.
In the holy books flows these
revelations;
weird words and wise warnings
for all nations.
He that has an ear let him hear
and not fear
what the spirit is saying… from
far and near.
The ***** cat’s absence is not
just abstinence,
O reckless rats, cruise not with…
confidence.
When a lion sneaks and stalks in
the fiery forest
He’s never afraid of the prey he
seeks to arrest…
if the elder is present at the
market square,
an infant’s head should not
bend... without care.
This lamp on fire-- shinning,
roaring and burning…
is the Lord’s light watching,
waiting and warning.
The mighty moth boasting to
quench this light,
will only kill itself before it
takes… flight.
It’s only a wise cripple with a
heart of gold,
that will eventually escape the
war foretold.
The underestimation of the
Immortal by mortals
leads to consequences that are
fierce and fatal.
Behold! The owner of the field is
coming soon,
be prepared for Him morning,
night and noon.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2010
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