A preacher said evil men will burn in hell
And the righteous would inherit the heaven.
He tore soft words into mirage of burning hearts,
Some words should be locked in jail forever!
Some beliefs should be banned in cages from memories!
There are not enough room to keep the dead alive, they would’ve told us if these burning places exist,
There are places our eyes have to see to believe.
There are cities of grief and tortured dreams,
The Radio said yesterday after death visited some places…
Each time we burn here under the sun of suffering,
We don’t expect to burn again in hell fire!
When you face the mirror of the world and
Hold your emotions together in whisper,
You’ll be amazed how here have reduced you.
a preacher said Yahoo boys are dead men,
A preacher said prostitutes are dead roamers,
His daughter got pregnant out of wedlock;
He burnt her and killed himself before morning.
I swear my ears produce fire each time I hear this…
Emeka was burnt for stealing in the market,
Aminat roasted in an unknown air crash,
And Musa’s house caught fire, he was roasted
Like a fowl.
Would these men still burn in hell fire?
I know a father will not burn his children twice.
Don’t conflict your mind anyway,
Ashes are dust of men flying to freedom,
They don’t want to be fixed on pictures that
Will leave tears in the eyes of tomorrow.
If men live to suffer here and later in hell,
Then, life is as meaningless as dying itself.
