My eyes are of the hills, I see what it is;
When the night guards lost their ways,
And the ball of the hunter whistle is miss.
Ha! I see from the hills what ahead lays.
My eyes are of the witch, I see what is deep;
When the shepherd misplaces his rod,
And to be the lord are the lot of his sheep.
Ha! I See all duel over who to be the lord.
My eyes are of the wise, I see with my mind;
When the chief's pant is turn underneath,
And his child point and laugh at his find.
Ha! I see the shame the visitor see both with.
Oh! I see, when we crack our egg with stone,
Alas! And we have nothing left to call our own.
#Indeed, I see it from the end#
POET: OLUWATIMILEHIN ADEJUMOBI ALABI
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
My eyes are of the hills, I see what it is;
When the night guards lost their ways,
And the ball of the hunter whistle is miss.
Ha! I see from the hills what ahead lays.
My eyes are of the witch, I see what is deep;
When the shepherd misplaces his rod,
And to be the lord are the lot of his sheep.
Ha! I See all duel over who to be the lord.
My eyes are of the wise, I see with my mind;
When the chief's pant is turn underneath,
And his child point and laugh at his find.
Ha! I see the shame the visitor see both with.
Oh! I see, when we crack our egg with stone,
Alas! And we have nothing left to call our own.
#Indeed, I see it from the end#
POET: OLUWATIMILEHIN ADEJUMOBI ALABI
This poem is an admonition that emphasizes on us as humans to often picture the outcome or turn-out of our actions before acting.
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