It is the generation of scorpions that stings
It is the descendants of vipers that bites
There is a wickedness sedated in the hearts of men
A darkness darker than night
When life is bursting at the seems
And high walls are tumbling down
Do not pride yourself in the smile of a friend
Or solace yourself in the arms of a brother
Just stretch wide those frail hands of yours in the wind
Wave it towards the cloud on the breezy hills
Let God see you are too weak to defend yourself
Against the cruelty of this world
© Olatuja Oloyede
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