BEFORE THE END, I AM GONE.

PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME

Wednesday 28 January 2026

Self, learn to love the bodies,

It is destinies, not the classes,

Many are happily made for the low lives,

Few should be contented with the fortunes.

Pride is ashamed in the future,

Foolishness turns human a deity,

A mouth eating daily isn't poor or a failure,

Contentment is a greatest achievement.

Oh self, wandering further not a spirit,

Life is but with an accident,

In the ticking legs of time,

Everything lives to for committed crime.

When lives go wrong,

Even the god is a politician,

Speaking languages of ordinary people,

Incurring infirmities upon many people.

The right spirit hearkens to the protests,

Of pure, sincere and bold hearts,

Who question the injustices,

Of contemporary righteousness.

A good self listens to the rights,

Deafening to insults,

Judgement is heavier than a rock,

Right self sits on equity rock.

Right self don't delay here,

They finished immediately fairly here,

Escaped the defilements before their retreat,

Returning to our forefathers clean and neat.