once upon a time by Gabriel okara
The Blind Boy
O SAY what is that thing call’d Light,
Which I must ne’er enjoy;
What are the blessings of the sight,
O tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wondrous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night?
My day or night myself I make
Whene’er I sleep or play;
And could I ever keep awake
With me ’twere always day.
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne’er can know.
Then let not what I cannot have
My cheer of mind destroy:
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy.
Colley Cibber
Where? ! ?
You gossip and you tear down.
You are easily driven to jealousy my smile is replaced by a frown.
Where? ! ? IS HE (JESUS) .
You vent out your frustrations and rename them divine manifestation.
You throw so many daggers from the pulpit
This monstrosity presentation of God holy word gave me confirmation, to run from this church without looking back and without hesitation.
You bless crack heads with money to go get high.
Saying that God showed you, that they were an angel and that is the reason why.
You target the upright true believers to shame and rebuke.
Yet, let fleashy, worldly church goers kill, steal, and scatter the sheep
With the wolf in pursuit.
Where? ! ? is the love
Where? ! ? is the respect
Where? ! ? are the prayer warriors bombarding heaven to God above.
Where? ! ? can I go when the church is suppose to be the hospital
But I only get wounded when I go there
Where? ! ? do I find peace and joy forever more when my clothes are judged and my soul is forgotten
Where? ! ? do I turn JESUS
Or is this the 21st Armageddon. Frankie Bragg
Imperfectly Flawed
My dear November, as you read this crap I always write, imagine your most beautiful day, imagine me
O SAY what is that thing call’d Light,
Which I must ne’er enjoy;
What are the blessings of the sight,
O tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wondrous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night?
My day or night myself I make
Whene’er I sleep or play;
And could I ever keep awake
With me ’twere always day.
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne’er can know.
Then let not what I cannot have
My cheer of mind destroy:
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy.
Colley Cibber
Where? ! ?
You gossip and you tear down.
You are easily driven to jealousy my smile is replaced by a frown.
Where? ! ? IS HE (JESUS) .
You vent out your frustrations and rename them divine manifestation.
You throw so many daggers from the pulpit
This monstrosity presentation of God holy word gave me confirmation, to run from this church without looking back and without hesitation.
You bless crack heads with money to go get high.
Saying that God showed you, that they were an angel and that is the reason why.
You target the upright true believers to shame and rebuke.
Yet, let fleashy, worldly church goers kill, steal, and scatter the sheep
With the wolf in pursuit.
Where? ! ? is the love
Where? ! ? is the respect
Where? ! ? are the prayer warriors bombarding heaven to God above.
Where? ! ? can I go when the church is suppose to be the hospital
But I only get wounded when I go there
Where? ! ? do I find peace and joy forever more when my clothes are judged and my soul is forgotten
Where? ! ? do I turn JESUS
Or is this the 21st Armageddon. Frankie Bragg
Imperfectly Flawed
My dear November, as you read this crap I always write, imagine your most beautiful day, imagine me