A Better Age Poem by Obodoh Faith

A better age is near.
When no sounds of terror will fill the air.
And no epidemic will threaten lives.

Disasters reduces population.
Hunger opresses the soul and makes work unenjoyable.
But tomorrow an overflow of food.

Troubles and problems causes pain.
The elements of sufferings has been told will be no more.

How we are not to wonder that those who had kicked bucket will awaken.
Whom will see them?

How sure they had rise up.
Each one who yearns will like to hear the call.
A better age, I hope for.