By Nasiru Wonder
Through the word
We find the void
in queued breathe
And with one cord
All families, nations and tribes
Come forth solemnly.
God acts, verses tune—
And in lights off we have night.
In the day we sun, and to son sets
Our Worldly net and troubled dense.
Man dissipated ounce and pounces
No name, just body, no flags
only God as an identification.
We are all God’s omen