Broken World Poem by Peter Edigah OBIAJE

We beheld the beauty of the first garden in originality
Life in its simplicity
An egalitarian world
Needs and wants afar us
We neither pray nor fast to feed belly
We commune and fellowship face to face
Flesh and spirit is one
Death abortive

The proclaim wisdom acclaimed by man
Hamper it intended mission
Placed us amidst mess
Deviation from the state of merriment, rest, respite, jollity…
Who's to be blame?
The creator, the created perhaps the mediator
The blameless remain irreproachable
They're will wheel us to this end
Selfish being
End of discussion hope for a new heaven

Behold you are the garden
The seed to design second Eden
Feed the feeble
The tree that shelter the vagabond yet build bridges
The river that giveth life
The Peace that accommodate conflict yet combat evils
You're second Adam
Special breed ordained to bring heaven on earth

Awake! ! !

The mediator yet live
It intended mission yet live
Steal, kill and destroy
Girdle your heart and take your position
Now you are gods.
Build your dreamed world