The Cross Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Beyond the cross being laid on me
Life has been made so perfect
To dwell in the solitary vineyard
Where joy sings the melancholic praise

Not even the social can ease this defect
If you think of being endowed to relieve this grave in me
Thought of no thought of this menace has made me his guard
You are yet there if you fail to find the key to exit this place

This is what my society and country has made of me from lad
That we daily celebrate the death of morals in a glance
Making our children jackpot in the hands our enemy
Where do i go from here to make me perfect

Neither hell nor heaven is easy to be
Yet like our politicians we would have defect
The place of worship being the place of warship where end Comes to household
Faith is gone, unity is dead in the place of praise

What then could be the essence of life there is no input
Neither here nor there can one place his head
For hope is lost in all and in part we are set to be
To you divine we pray in all issues to daily sing your praise.