#WarOfWord3: WHAT DO MY PEOPLE WANT? by Yemmy Peterson Ojo
WHAT DO MY PEOPLE WANT?
Do my people need dozens of Moons?
Bags of Blazing suns?
Arrays of glittering stars?
Or Plurality of still born promises?
Do they need scores of craggy mountains?
Trailers of Gold dust?
My people inundate no one with insufferable loads!
All what my people need is that lasting source
That”ll enable them grease there blunt teeth
Water there dry system,
Sustain there frail kids,
And constantly fuel there stunted pocket.
My people don”t wanna shop down stores,
All what my people need, are just few garbs to shield
them from perishing cold and bites from sizzling sun.
My people don”t need your mansions , just give them
Bulwark huts ,to lay there overworked souls.
But ,yet,unfortunately,they only want to give all this:
When Pigs Fly!
My demand a cure to the protracting illness of our dear,poor
My people need a tender Shepherd that”ll there flock
My people are tired of seeing Canaan only in dreamland
My people need men of actions not men only in sugar-coated tongues.
Maybe,there rare incorruptible fingers,will balance
This tilted justice scale of ours!
For my people need Reality! ,They need liberty!
But who will Joshua my people, from this wilderness
To Canaan , where it flows with honey and milk?
Who will give them what they need without first taking a chunk of the meal?
Am sure is not all this insatiable looters in guise of benefactors
I am believe you know it”s in the hand of you and I,
To table our plight! to the most high!