Home Calling Poem by Blessing Asake

think this world is mine,
why are the romantic move,
who can see me through when world itself is draining.

our masters are there buh can't see the lost servant,
buh can see the unnecessary,
who is leading? my people!
or the living dead gods?

which world are we worshipping,
is like the earth is comfortable
who will take me along?
what a pity world can't complain
about it lost treasure.

take me alone the world isn't
encouraging,
tell my people I'm coming for
good,
isn't what they want buh help
will surely come.