Songs of Anisha
“The Life Below Is a Ruin And a Wreck,”
by Adeola Ikuomola
The flowers embedded in eternal glow
Dealt vanity a visually colourful blow
And the clouds descending low
Like the pregnant snow
All the birds’ castles were caught gazing
And the happy herd of cattle grazing
On the trays the sun’s rays blazing
Like gold the world laid brazen
Brown birds, bees and butterflies boom
Pollens they swept with a new broom
Plucking us off night’s boring doom
Like scales in their family room
White clouds captured the celestial deck
With the angelic beings offering a peck
Upon their paraded innermost speck
The life below is a ruin and a wreck
The wound in our continent defiles a cure
As a dash in our birth to death so sure
Iniquity upon our heart pulls a lure
Away from the Saviour so pure.
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