To The Gods Poem by Blessing Asake

I wasn't bless enough to
curse the gods, nor see
the effect of one,
not even the choosing
one, aim to see one.

wish the time gods can
see this,
wish the Sense of his
can smell my writing,
wondering only if they
can read, more or less
will they see.

can the time gods see
the lost vision?
can they even sit near the
burning frame?
hope isn't them, but was lost
at end.

the gods failed to encounter
as Mer as they deserve
to be called over comer,
haven't see one for a long
it's trance dead?
life is formulating peace.

can't say Maybe the bless one
can do this,
imagine only if they can see the
gods,
pretty they seek, the gods can't even offer,
then we say the gods are angry