Our House Is On Fire Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

OUR HOUSE IS ON FIRE
Our house's on fire! Our ancient orb
In its oval beauty from the moon's eyes.
Took its shape like a clay under a seal;
God invented once and renuvated twice.
Our house that grows like an ageless iroko
Over elds of dispensation and civilizations.
Lo! The end begins, sparks from apocalypse.


Our house's on fire; nobody sobs nor runs.
Elders don't stretch, the youths don't yield,
Who takes their sits in the hall of gluttony:
Dine on sin like the mead of Denmark till
Destruction like Grendel invade unannounced.
Explosions in corners, painted by felonies.
Code red yet sex and music rocks our lobby.


Our house's on fire in that green garden
Ennobled with the four elements of nature,
We encroach our wild meats to extinction
And run far from light to our created gloom;
From scorpions out of the occultic crevices.
Cut in our corrupt web as cats and dogs rebel.
Embers of our lust fans flames of perversions.


Our house's on fire as ordinances are broken.
The celestrial canopy is wrinkled with flowns.
The smokes of our atrocities tear the silver roof.
The solar's wrath unleashed as locust swarm.
The shower floods our aching floor that quakes
The tired base, the underground ever hungry.
Alas! Mercury and Pluto are upon us as bees.


Our house's on fire! Sound the alarm aloud,
Call not the water people, the naked fuels,
Beckon not the gods, drunk with sacrifices,
Awake not our ancestors in hades slumber,
Pray not to the Creator, He can't repent of
His justice that rains hails of brimestone.
The Way yet opens His hands for holy few.