I caught the monkey planting bananas
The birds weeding the corn farm
I saw the lions talking
And the weevil washing beans
The sun whispered to me
It's all good
The moon declined
The sun was raged
That was the first eclipse
Disagreement begot riot and war
The wind was trekking
When fire got to him
They formed a tornado
Bad friends corrupts good manners
The good was about to do good
But they died young
The good die young
The pastor preaching to a traditionalist
Has a deity in his altar
Traditionalist calls ChukwuOkikeAbiama
The God of creation
Who's pure in heart?
He who says gay and lesbianism
Is an act of love
What does he call the fool that created both sexes?
When the potbellied holds you
He also is holding himself,
Free me and free yourself
When I write and you warn me not to write
What do you want to write?
If I was formed from dust and sand
Then so are you,
We are both flesh and blood
@Collinshillz
8th May 2020
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