The Answer Poem by Blessing Ekpe

when the die is cast, living with the situation linger on.
when love turn sours, hatred is birthed,
when the truth is push under the rug, lies & deceits show up as make up.
when the strong becomes feeble, the weak parade its pride.
when wealth is abused, poverty becomes his first name.
What then is in a moment without a moment?
what then is in a memory of bitterness?
what then is the answer to the fallen joy of a being?
Can a man function outside its source?
will there ever be peace in a world of chaos?
if you are looking for a rest, i know of a mattress-Jesus.