THE CALL

From the rivers and oceans,
The nations and continents,
The planet and globe,
Comes a call of freedom from the jeopardy of nature, evident in global warming, pollution and human exploration of wildlife,

In the hearts and innermost feelings of the poor,
The spirits and souls of the impoverished,
The territories of the war-torn, suppressed and poverty stricken regions,
Exists a call of redemption from a painful plight, revealed in homelessness, hunger and epidemics, though not expressed verbally,

Deep within the eyes of the wretched,
Right within the minds of the destitutes,
And behind the faces of the less privileged,
Is a call to be liberated from the arms of penury, and the chains of neglect,
Visible in denied access to education, healthcare, and good living conditions, though not announced...

THE CALL CONTINUES..
Copyright Lysious

THE PRIEST OF REBELLION

You were the chosen one,
Enthroned by the almighty, and ordained by the divine,
You were the hope of the people, one who shall their ignorance dissolve, and their darkness drown,
You were the beacon of truth and the pitcher that held the golden vine,

You were vested with power from on high,
An epitome of righteousness, you spoke the truth, without compromise,
Your orders and instructions were from a place beyond the sky,
You emphasized the unity of the spirit, kept the faith, and the people's heart revolutionized,

But with the winds of challenges and the pressures of the world,
You compromised your integrity, twisted the truth, and broke the vow,
You gave up the covenant, and rebelled against the word,
You delved into the pleasures of this world, and for the riches of the flesh, before the devil, took a bow,
And emerged, a priest of rebellion,

Now, you have become an agent of darkness,
Emphasizing carnality, accepting sinfulness, and spreading the devil's deception,
You have united with Lucifer, and into people's hearts and minds, infused bleakness,
You have desserted your calling, ignored the father's warning, and yielded to corruption,
You have become the priest of rebellion,

Let me ask you, is this really worth it,
Deceiving the people for your own selfish gain,
Don't you know you are soon going to regret it,
There lies a place for you in the pit of weeping and pain,
Except you turn around, return to the father who is ready to forgive you and restore you,
And cease from being a priest of rebellion.
There is forgiveness if you consider forsaking your ways!

TALKING DRUMS

In their changing pitch is the tonality of the people's language,
Within their chambers is the rhythm of the gods,
They pacify the phantom of our ancestors,
And keep alive, the tranditions and cultures of the people,

The folk dance without them, are incomplete,
In the feet of the maiden dancers, the right steps, their regular beats enshrine, and their waists rhythmically sway,
The transitional sounds which emerge from the manipulations of their strings resound in the land of the spirits, communicating salutation, and in the hearts of the people, drowning their sorrows,
And into the minds of the young, their melody sings knowledge, and in the grey hair of the aged, creates a receptacle of wisdom,

Their throbbing, into the arms of the warrior seep courage, and their feet make bravery-clad,
Their folk, the people unite, and the songs of their feuds into insignificance fade,
The winds of calamity, their response with each strike, avert,
And far from the communal borders, evil powers, their loud lyrical notes ward off, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

N/B: The talking drums are a unique type of drums of African-origin. They play an important role in the culture of the African people, especially those in the Western parts of Nigeria.

THE ROAD

Creeping along, I saw people with whom I couldn't communicate or relate,
I witnessed situations I couldn't fathom, and circumstances that lay beyond my control,
And things, ate I, which with bitterness and sometimes tastelessness, pierced my tender tongue, and roughness against my teeth grind,

Walking on, with ruggedness its nature supported the soles of my feet, and my steps shape, revealing my inner dispositions,
Struggling through, at my face, challenges its winds hurled, and into my eyes, sand blew,
And striving down, mirages I saw, which in my presence disappeared, and the flight of invisibility took, as I drew closer,

And beneath its surface,
My motionless members lay,
Sealed in earth,
Journeying through this latter realm, my mortality I couldn't feel,
And following a transitory meeting, in which before a supreme spirit, I stood,
My soul transcended to the great beyond.