SINS OF OURS By Lawal Mutalib Tunde

Written by Editor

These are what we
A violation of moral,
Friend of immorality
Let the rats of the
Tell the ones in the
The venom killings
Dignity and entity,
Of our lives
Is here and there.
From one room
To the next room
From town
To another down.
For it doesn’t
Come to stay
Only if we’re ready
For the send off
Till infinity we
Never meet.
Isn’t it amazing?
All the walls
Were painted
With the blood of
Our immorality.
Hoping for better
Hope has comes
Burdens have gone!
With the promising,
For new system
Till eternity.
Internal or external,
Only that we allow
An underwear to
Littered with the
Wind of regret
Blow away with
But for the door
Of forgiveness is
What seems hard
For the divine
These sins have
Ooze much blood,
Cannot be wipe
By heavenly rainfall.
For the one who
Wanted to repent
Yet, sleeping on
The mattress of
Erroneous or
Malodorous act?
Who knows why
Everything goes in a
Wreck directions.
Ponder is for
The devil
Who thinks of
Shackling the mind
With its chain of
Till the open naked
Soul shows
The reflections of all
The sins it’s
Committed vividly.
Then shall the divine
Creator forgive all!
Not only when the
Matter that scatter
Our lives eradicate
And curb entirely.
Shan’t we hope for
Better heaven?
But who hopes
For sins free life?
Nay, we all reflect
Like a lamp
Whose brightness
Hold due to its oil
That makes it

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.