#Day 28
There is sadness evolving from the dark cloud,
There are sacred voices echoing in the flame,
Piercing our ears with their constant words,
Giving us goosebumps from their sacred tone.
There are covenants made with blood,
Life was breath into it, it lives and will never die,
There are silent voices, whose actions are loud,
There shall be a day when this glorious songs will be replaced with cries.
Oh man with a never ending desire!
For the Joy you shattered with the sword of cruelty,
Remember forever was cut short since the beginning,
And there shall come a day where your might will succumb.
There are voices reminding us of equality,
There are payments awaiting all the iniquities,
There will be a day when thy actions will reciprocate with sincerity,
When your intakes are forced out and nature questions your ability.
©Yusuf Muyibat Avosuahi
©Akinwole John Akintayo
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