Poetry – Here You Are

Many are dead,
With the jag of mystery
& the gong of dirge blaring
the weariness of lost soul
but here you are; in deep delved impurity
clustered around insincerity

Many have fallen,
to the seamless tide of forlorn
deep in the spring of eerie feeling
but here you are; growing in merry
oppressing the weak
and impending weariness
that lay siege on the poor

Many are weak,
seeming to be wreck
with a petrifying thought to the soul
but thread in mournful breeze
and your ill gotten wealth
bringing forth wild warmth

Here you are 
let your presence sprout in love
to all races
and beam of peace to all places.
worship, for it set the pace
to the path of the light.

Submitted by

ALAO, Afeez Oluwatamilore

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