All were written in caves of old.
Cave men took pains and time.
Yes, they painted the living earth of
Today and the future.
What ever price they preached,
Churches hacking towards nothing
But wealthy lies.
Though, had thee not sad it yet?
After the storms what falls next?
Crates of lies benched truth all along their races.
Moon was converted to the sun at night.
Rained on dried season.
Everything of the world today, well valued
To those with wild eyes and heads.
Taking care of all wealth as ages best friend.
Sick ones considered as poor and tattered ones.
Putting on sacks walking bared footed on sharp stones.
Loots kept aside rotten after death came.
What shame, a man pushed into water he couldn’t swim.
What earth of today were the eyes expected to see.
All things made evil for the Devil to judge.
Written By: Bagudu Abubakar King Junior