The Secrets Engraved In Time Poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru

Entirety was predicted, all recorded in the scrolls,
Yet none could fathom, for in codes were written the tolls.
The writer left no hint, no key to unlock the door,
The truth lay deep within the hearts, traditions, and lore.

Books were penned and songs were sung, of events foretold,
Yet sung for gold, while listeners queued, hearts bought and sold.
The sacred message, distorted, became but a game,
Entertainment and greed tarnished its once-pure flame.

Those who proclaim the faith, adorned in garb so grand,
Symbols of conformity, to realms they cannot understand.
Alas! The pressure of pleasure, the hunger for delight,
Twisted the words of wisdom, turning truth to night.

We trailed the ancient scrolls, abridged and torn,
By those who brought the good news, in corners we were born.
Books that omitted the punishment for those who change the ways,
Forgetting the Maker's wrath, in the darkest of days.

The world is written in every line, of truths concealed,
Yet we seek not the Maker's heart, nor the truth revealed.
Born in debt, by the corrupt world's hand we're bound,
And by another's debt, salvation's gift is found.

The Book speaks true, and still, we turn away,
Rejecting the Messenger, who came to light our way.
His own did not receive Him, though He came to save,
Yet we deny the gift, and mock the price He gave.

Everything is written, the times yet to come,
The Maker knew the generation, when the heart would grow numb.
They see the threats and promises, yet miss the sign,
For the return of the Master, and the fate of humankind.