Fate

FATE See this wonder that enclaves our heart, The song we sang as the Israelites in need of king. That Change became our daily slogan. Yes we need it, oh it must be in earnest. In their time they called for revolution. This period, it amounts to a treasonable offense. Like the woman in the advice of Solomon Lured us to their feast. The sickness they have said to be healed. Has prevailed on us that what ought to be the last resort is their strength. Why and why has this loin come on us? We eat crumps in the midst of wealth. And our head is not safe offshore the land. What have we done that this yoke is laid on us Even this favour could not lure his Uncle to solve. It amazes me how a lawyer as him could be so interested in this man. Our hope is lost even in the man we cherish to found it. This is so astonishing for us to be slaves in our land. Dear great divine, in your trust we are For a Passover against this that has made itself our fate. © Olorunleke Olorode