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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