Poem: The World

The world is standing on her crown
Her skirt’s open to outer space
Everything is seen in delusion
For rebellion like a thick fog mantles the atmosphere

The world seems wiser than ever
But in truth it is deader than ever
For the meaning of existence lies not in the works
Of man’s hands but in the quality of his soul

Chastity is grossly disregarded
As purity from human souls has long been eroded
Spiritual things – even for a thought alone – are alien
Vanity of men is alarmingly prevalent

The men of the world
- In their miserably perverse wisdom -
Have let the birds pick away the seeds while
They went in pursuit of the wind that swept the chaff.

© 2001,Tee Akindele