Mathew 27 Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

We celebrate a good friday,
That was to him a bad day.
When all his honour,
Gear'd into a rumours of clamour.
Now, leap we about in the hay.
Like a lion's tail.
But in those period,
He was shunned by rods.
We move now around,
Like an elated hound.
But his independence was deprived,
As he was tossed around like dice.

Hence, let this Good day,
Be not to him again a bad day.
But lend out your strenght,
To exalt him in a length.
C.2017