Rite Or Right Poem by gideon zerah ogbonna

Why all these rush?
For time like feaces and flush
To the presence
Of God; The essence
I'm embarrassed so i blush
In all it makes no sense

Now we're here
We just sit and sleep or stare
Devoid of the marrow reason
Ain't it offensive? more like treason
How with held chin here and there,
Our hearts are still in prison

So all for nothing was the race
Rather than come and tell our case
To one a judge, a father and friend
We come in all our fashion; a trend
Present not heart but all our face
And so our case don't even try to bend

Ain't it our right
And not just a rite?
To come; present
In haggard or decent
To lift our heart it is our right
And feel his word to us consent.