They are pixilated with ignorance
and are radiant in it.
Living like no one has been in luxury than ever –
As they dance to the tune of stray
Unconscientious as heard, with no care.
They have thought of themselves as saints..
The saint in them preaching!
Do these not or those
Do these and those
But preaching against those …
with the ace in hole.
The message of truth
Never sit at their hearts
Blindfolded they’re in the lust
They’ve threaded the wrong path….
but have no knowledge of it.
It dwells in them….
To keep them polished at heart,
Mind and sight,
…..also, at the faculty….
To change what’s preference in them ….
And rescue them out from mansion that abodes devil.
To them we are speechless……
And become scallywags by their thought.
They have become the ones that;
Persecute with no second thought
Blaspheme with no point
Label unbelievers without authority…..
At the latter hour……
Behold! Was his dasein foretold
The reformer we’ve longed for……
That his coming was foretold.
Our minds prepared for his advent
And we were bath off ignorance…….
As we hold his conditions solemnly.
To us we are reformed….
and to them…
His coming never sedates their minds;
To live in restitution ..
In ignorance, they keep on….
Counting days for his coming.
But they know not, so blind at
The reformer at their hood.
Oladejo Haneef O.