On Heaven's Thought Poem by PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME

Oh, the sky covering the Heaven's gate
Open up when not too late

Brighten the cloud
Foaming the doubt

Hairs are running race
Racing to the vain. Dance

The masquerades on heavenly pulpits
And Lucifer is the lord on today's cross

Who'll blow the horn
Maybe the wind can make a U-turn

Who'll heat the Gong
Before all in hell we're drunk

The way to Heaven is there
But the hell with us is here

And the Creator is merciful
and the Moulder, a consuming fire

Where do we go from here!
As persistent wickedness we wear

For naked is the wear
Flowing like waters in everywhere

But, in heavenly names we're fret
Over matters we can get

Greenish power fasted a week
As hunger makes one a weak

Yet, Heaven owns unclosed ears
Filming the Earth with unblinking eyes.