THE AGE OF THE EARTH IS NUMBERED
The sun danced along joyfully,
The moon clapped beautifully,
The breeze swung here and there
The stars came, singing of hope,
The oceans, the rivers and the
sand
gathered in the field to watch
nature.
When you go home do not eat,
The manner shall fall this night,
The activist shall rise without
mouth,
Without your nose shall mouth
stand,
The age of Mother Nature is
written
on my palms and can be counted
here.
Tell grave that mother must not
come
to her with a bleeding body that
curse,
Tell the idle ants not to boast to
father,
Tell the jobless birds that the
nature is angry,
Make them eat their vomits and
venoms
For being jobless in the market
place of the skies.
I can stand and judge the earth,
I can count the forests with my
eyes,
Do not look at my eyes locked
away,
I am the night of the night in
dreams
when Nature comes home with me,
on the Bamboo chair shall he sit
to eat.
The age of mother earth is
numbered;
Her age is written before men of
grace,
Soon, she would be gone from this
planet,
Soon, she would be tale to tell to
fables,
Our children shall see her no more
here
But they shall be told of her
troubles to men.
When the messiah shall come in
glory
The earth shall be no more but a
snow
Where will you be then at sight of
this?
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice of Vincent 2016
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