UGLY REVOLUTION

Beginning of time and space,
earth, primitive, almost without a face,
pure as a baby until he came,
sucked air and turned all to what it became.

As space grew,  so he did.
In the pureness of the world, he was the bleed.
To two, three, thousands, he multiplied
from there, we are, joined to the knot he's tied.

We rule and serve on these sands,
once a paradise until our desperate hands
after a corrupt touch, war out of peace,
chaos out of order...settled from our kiss.

A once whole strong world,
shattered by its own many god.
In every corner, our evil works trail,
Upon our new good ways, it prevails.

A system completely broken,
still, hope is open.
The hands of the wicked holds the world on queue,
Let us burn them down and start anew.



Poetry....
Written by Awofe Olamide♣