A God At His Demise Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Here's a god all talks of,
And his mountain is where,
Nobody wants to climb up
Man, In this world of matter
Look carefully while walking
Lest you turn dusty as its edge
Where flowers sits like tired ladies.



Breathing their scents to scents
This hill makes you forget everything
You need a letter to enter this temple
Where children gladly sings his name
And Women dances in their red attires
Once their general-hymn is raised.
They worship like cultured Indians.


Now He's preaching things out of creation
That tears down my hopes from me
My mind bouncing like ball to the wall
I'm staring at the clock but the clock
Is Waiting for the time to change
Now claiming to be god of the earth
And do always touting all its affairs.


Though beliefs love and hate racism
But don't believe him and his smilings
They are those hidden in actors' cry
Showing me a road that take me there
The same places I had journeyed before
I'm trying to seek peace within but
There are secrets known to some sects.


Its Canal is empty, their devils pulling hard
A young desperate drug addicted boy
Sitting in his boat watching sunset,
If anyone finds him, let's tell him
Tomorrow's sun will be a kind of softer
Dont cross over to the ocean yet
Who among men has found glory? .


Or attained himself immortality?
Better to come upon a poor man's praise
Than a tongue flapping of the unknown
How do we weep if a god should die? .
And his day just fall far short?
It will be a big sweet funeral song,
That even if a god dies, life still lives on.