So many sense organs, yet not enough sense
Light weight sons of a God so dense
Though He’s ever present we are gifted in the past tense
Imprisoned in eternity, my death serves a life sentence.
Life is like okpa, when I leave, you can wrap it up.
Shot it down though we tall enough to live it up
Running our race, once was human now is heavenly
If the Truth is bitter, then lies give diabetes
People start to branch when they cannot bear your fruit,
Sir, Ashes to ashes, we all follow soot;
Be on fire for the Lord or be fired up with lore.
Yes! It is all for God or did you forget to die today?
By Daniel Achikanu; January,2017.