Since a sermon was given on that mount,
We set our feet along a narrow path
Ever zealous, we simply obey
"It leads to life; the wide one to death"
We make a choice and go straight
We never look back to moan or sigh
We think not of what the world has in store
We have more than what we left
Thorns prick, thwart and trammel our fearless feet
Still, we go, vowing to stay the course or die.
Though far away from the wide way come voices
Mocking, jesting and laughing at us, and
At the wisdom of that which we've chosen;
They are bounded not; they walk side by side
The voices toll wildly, jabbing at us:
"Come, fools! Come treasure some measure of leisure
For who knows? Tomorrow we may die." Yet,
We're moved not to repent or regret.
Only a poor rich man eased his soul.
Since a sermon was given, yes, since then
We've stridden off and never tried to stray;
A matry was stoned to death as he prayed
Then, being confused, we were scattered
Simon was hanged head-down for praising the Lord
Paul's pate was chopped for same offence
Many of us still die in bonds like mere monkeys...
But that for which we're called stays intact!
Fearless "die-hards." Ahead, staunch brethren, move!
- Adeshina Olusanya (Poet/Accountant)
Ileanujah Ileanuolu
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