Whispering Palm Poem by OLAYEMI AYO

Whispering the sound of joy, river of joy flowing from the heart The heart harbour all manner of things The heart harbour good things The heart harbour evil things as well The heart of man is desperately wicked who can know it The heart of man is desperately wicked that it does wickedness to his flesh and blood, despite the fact they say blood is thicker than water I am at a loss, how wickedness persist in the heart of man without letting go i say The palm is tightly fixed to arm as the palm tree leaf is droplet dew greenish speaking beauty love Even when i am asleep it keeps running like a flowing tap, endless love flowing running tap galore without removing my eyes for second The flowing love that flows like a running tap of water has become a rei
Occurring decimal in my heart If i sleep it comes as a flash It still comes as a flash when i am awake that servants could be riding on horses while princes walk on the ground like servants killing the morale of those watching afar with suprise If the clouds are full of rain they empty themselves upon the good, bad, and the ugly If men would have being God Almighty the whole earth would have being totally wiped out of existence but God is not man Truely even at that when the doors are shut in the strreets, and the sound of grinding is low; when one rises up at the sound of a bird it makes peace reign in the heart for a day to always remember is fun Do not curse the king, even in your thought, do not curse the rich even in your bedroom for a bird of the air may carry your voice and a bird in flight may tell the matter, who cares about that because my heart boils of hatred that is persisting in the land, where nothing seems to work The greenish whispering palm only gives one assurance of hope for real to make the matter go.