WHEN THE GOING GETS BAD.
darkness of the night is ripe for future.
Day and night will deem the past,
Behind our path, the future mingle.
Feast of ants varnish the nest of birds.
Hires of faceless become our dreams.
We stand saying;
What will be will be in hell,
Yet everything is getting worse for the poorer,
And you become the famous in the world,
That all eyes comb for.
Have you forgotten?
That God is grazing man’s seeds.
Things are getting bad,
When floods of rain had swept off our latter’s heroes,
With wind of war abide their sacrifice.
when things are getting bad,
My smiles might smell bitter.
The sun might rise hotter,
Then God will show his forsight,
Towards man’s deeds.
have you forgotten?
That cleanliness is next to Godliness.
On the hill we pray,
We sing lullaby to sinners Behind our mind,
Lives Knives of bad lies.
As years pass like time,
We graze the sun,
Seeing sad trains in the sky,
From south, there’s no peace.
Now, I can see tommorow in vain.
By Adeoti Quadri Adekunle (Afrikapoet)
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