First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 83

THE MAKER - Erhio Obodo
What made you heartless?
Deaf to the cries of the voiceless
What made you senseless?
Blind to the suffering of the helpless
What ripped you of your sight?
What fruit did you bite?
Zombies sing daily of your might
Dancing with delight
Stupidity redefined
When the time is right
Day will no longer argue with night
For Justitia would have regained her blindness
That the pot may regain its sense.
Two twos will once again be four
if earth kicks those fools off its floors
Even hell may refuse to open its doors
Useless tools
Baboons
amidst fools
ignorance rules
millions of kettles covered by empty pots
insignificant dots
who made us soft?
bartered
battered
As slithering snakes
juggle the stakes
Who will fumigate?
Who has what it takes?
To make...
Erhio Obodo
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