THE STATE..
As the World so spherical
Full of pleasures and desires
Rounding in the minds of its creatures
Let he that has a tongue, thirst for the Master's wine
And not the drips of human fluid
For our rivers flows
With the merriment of itty-bitty transgression
Acquisitiveness and urge for wealth
Had poisoned the heart of humans
Letting them to wonder
As though the descendants of Judah they be
As they speak deceitfully with no fear for death
Verily verily, I vaticinate unto you this day
A time shall arrive where;
Mystery Will turn vanity
History Will become tragedy
As the Whole universe shall dance a beat of one drum.
The World shall be owned, ruled, controlled and be operated
By one governance, one king, one language and one MASTER.
Return from thy evil ways Oh! ye workers of iniquity...
.....Let he that heard here with ears of WISDOM.....
©Gideon I tukuna....
Categories:
vaticinate, gospel,
Form: Pastoral
I live the life of a vagabond poet
now approaching my winter years.
A time for reflection
through introspection
of my true heart's desires.
A time when challenges
maraud my mind's coherency
through listless lamentations
of evasive lexicon...slipping away.
Do I mourn now or deny?
Questions that I ask myself
in solitude of quiet moments
as I accept that change is inevitable
and necessary to evolve.
I vaticinate virtues of future endeavors
that may bring comfort to family
after my spirit leaves this earthly body.
Winsome words wend their way
through cobwebs veiling twilight times.
8-13-18
Categories:
vaticinate, age, introspection, poets,
Form: Free verse