As the antelope flees from the hunters gunpowder
As the boat drowns by the sea’s power
As the smokers eye fillls at the opium hour
Fire softens the beans for all devourers
Heat is what we produce to roast our beef at the tower
Looking down from great heights we don’t cower
Like the petals of a flower
Like lift from a stranger
We are helped and protected in dark and trying hours
Call it showers
We bask in the blessings of the Father
Safely hinged and bowered
To a God who has granted us dominion and power
Imani Dokubo
© 2020
Christ a poet 