How depraved humans are?

With frames weak and ramshackled

Squeaking beggarly as though

Won’t survive the next minute.

He knows…
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 

Resolutions.

He knows…
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…
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.