The Gods Are Crazy Poem by Emmatobs de thought writer

In the realm of bond that hold us close
There lies a treasure that mean the most
The mysterious great blessing of grain or gold
Oh! This is more than what we can behold

Lol! We have flung from East to West
This priceless treasure torn our breast
Cos a weak foundation that never strong
A precious gem that never lifelong

The fallen treasure from above thread the weaves
Dis connecting hearts, dis harmony it conceives
Oh! What a diamond golden glow
As the earth shakes all in a row

We gather like pearls in their alien grave
In silence we scattered as we all weaves
Cos it is as precious as gorgeous rose
Specially made to the tip of our nose

With every steps upon the ground
Only it beauty can be found
Cos it bloom and sway us away
Whispering to us along the way

Like the star above it twinkling a light
Guiding us to the darkness night
In this vast and wondrous place
We could not find solence, love nor grace

How could a symbol of friendship and refreshment breaks bridge across the wide
And planted a golden weed side by side
For our heart is shattered and hard to mend
Like shattered glass difficult to blend

A treasure to many souls wounded and broke their hearts
A drop of water to million souls makes all to crawl and depart
A priceless golden treasure makes all souls to dig a beautiful big hole
Oh! This is a story we must all be told

For we have honour, cherished and live
A precious gift, that we should never naive
The god are crazy here again
Return unto them the bottle for peace to regin