How depraved humans are?
With frames weak and ramshackled
Squeaking beggarly as though
Won’t survive the next minute.
Touched to see you
Tearfully pen down resolutions –
Yearly; monthly; weekly; daily; and hourly,
But soon to be caught in the thicket of your own
Oh, how much the black-faced man beguiled you
Into thinking you’ve had your fate
As he did to Judas
Whose body soon dangled above the earth
But for vultures to feed.
He knows you well enough
To make a provision for your weak and beggarly frame
How surplus is such provision, that it suffices for
Your present and even potential flaws.
All because He knows…
But you seem not to know… that you deserve to be forgiven.
POET: Akanbiola Joseph O.