Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 77
Your seat
Suffers no defeat
Either to the elites
Or to logical retreats
Days Bible foretold
Won't be withhold
By anyone's trying clue
The exact time to be true
In flesh, even sages are misguided
How pan-Africanism; ever divided
Make us know violence and hate
Yet, our knobbed path seems straight
While we were once whole
Guilty we don't take to soul
But now that right seems sleepy
Left turns hearts care weepy
Days are driven by surprises
The root cause of which is surmise
Oh Lord on Your seat do rise
To make fool of the wise
Amen!
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