HIS CALL

It’s gentle upon this hard rock
Where man’s triple doubles trouble
It’s safer on this rubble
Where a lady’s babble over the devil
It’s nothing to something when dream’s deferred
The wake up is sung
And the take up is our heel!

On this mountain,
Rainfall is man’s fall
Roll call is all odd
This cord is fast called
The wake up!

Anthem of measles teasels
Fountain of breezes eases
Itches go those lashes
Our thatches hatch…
Dreams fail
Ogoni, pail
Monocles in chronicles….
Wake up!

‘O ye men of little faith’
Bring unto me you
Your soul
For the fire
Purification in rendition…
Wake up!