Once Upon A Time.

Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time!

A time, long gone,

In their shoes we were,

The adults of today so big and so strong,

A weakling and vulnerable we were,

In the womb of our mothers!

While for some nothing but a lump of blood,

The foetus so innocent will be!

And heartless and inconsiderate they'll be,

'Cause, at the mercy of the clinical assassin's blade,

On and on the foetus so harmless and innocent they put!

For long time ago, their memory it escaped,

For once upon a time in life,

A weakling, vulnerable in the womb,

Once like them we were!

Once upon a time in their shoes,

Well cut and tightly fitted you were, 

In the abjectness of the condition so named poverty,

When in a day to ingest,

Prerequisite balanced square meal of the day,

Unstable as the will-o'-the-wisp,

Slipping from your grip so well, was known,

For the silver spoon with some were born,

And the clay spoon with you were born,

But the Almighty power the tide has turned,

Though the clay spoon with you were born,

With the gold spoon you reach to dine,

Yeah once upon a time in their shoes you were!

Upon a time once or twice or the thrice,

There in the languish of sin and immorality,

Overwhelming and hopelessly fading away,

Day in day out there you were!

With the break of new days,

In the shackles of sin inescapable as it seemed,

Then in your life it ruled,

But the light divine from above has shined,

With the darkness once your life be stayed,

So far unbeknown for now it makes,

At the dawn of the new day called salvation,

And from the light of the new day of salvation you looked,

Many more as once you were are there!

Calling repeatedly to your hearts for help,

For all the words compiled,

To hearts of many be called,

Alone to live and grow, from now till day heaven appoints,

The little life in the womb to come,

In your eye the lump of blood,

Leave not and let not alone in the hands of  death premeditated!

For now so far so good at heart,

For me it is well you'll say,

Since long gone, the tide of poverty has turned,

But a must to remember for you should be,

Those the clay spoon of poverty tightly in hands that grip,

Ah! Brethren in the new light of God from the darkness of sin,

Earnestly from the grip of sin the lost are calling,

Our souls for heaven's sake if lost from you will be required!

© Olusesi Kehinde Emmanuel

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