Obedience (poem)

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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