Children Of God

Children of God

 There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.

Galatians 3:28

This poem is of a land where 

hands of friendship is fisted headlong into hate

I write of a land where its enthronement 

of kings comes with the cries of Nkechi whose 

head received the edge of an infuriated machete; 

the tornado-threats of Babatunde whose right to pick 

a king was ripped off him.

I speak of a country, whose citizens crush

bridges of alliance, build walls of hate and spend

the currency of blood - tribe becomes a wall walling & wailing 

the children of God in hostility. 

In this poem, you'll find find graves. 

From those sepulchres you'll hear

cries of lives cut abrupt, by oppressive crowns holding

power in vice-like grip - surely, they're the living housed in the flesh of the 

ancestors of the land.

I've been to the confluence of rivers, witnessing

their dalliance.

I haven't heard of the sun has a tribe, walling 

with its light

I've crossed this plane to God's workshop but

can't find walls of hate. In love He moulds and

calls us His own.

 Upon seeing that, I Quiz: Aren't we all God's children?

© Korede Teriba