The Soil Cry Poem by Oladimeji Hakeem Olayinka

Earth was peaceful,
In the time of remembering.
Where the pasture looks so flourish.
Childreen roam around the green-field,
And they Cheers in an urban glory.
Every where looks so beautiful in winter.
Pitter-patter falls on you in the summer.
There were zestfulness and lovely ambiance.
Comes the jealousy and greedy.
The one that turn a blind eye,
The one that eat from the pains of others.
I mean the one that satisfy the Godfathers.
A war range on the world,
Not between continent nor race.
Not even racism, a damnation on earth.
There is a lot of rubbles
That comes from the oppressor,
As we have seen with Palestine and Burma.
As we have seen with Syria, Libya and northern Nigeria.
Horrible death and some sold into slavery,
Horrendous hating and severely killings.
Blood splatter, metallurgy shard.
Holocaust and ungodly blockades.
Children famished and suffocate in a cubicle,
A brimstone on the soil.
Set by the powerful oppressors.
Severely damages and
With brokens and burnt doors.
No love again only hatred full the world.
Killing in extreme colossal in the name of devil-god.
The Earth sough, heaven looks so weary.
The soil cry inaudibly.