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

hidden manifestation.

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