WITH GOD, NOT WITH THEM (II) Morning knocks on us As I commingle with him, My mentor, with dread of poetic locks With God, not of them became parts For my thoughts still shrouded of secrecy. Of no count are them Drinking from the calabash of ignorance Ascribing artificial misery of man to God Dreaming of it a time of His ascendence . . . throne To the abysmal of our own earth of gloominess For a case already settled in Paradise Heaven knows that God has given water freely But they tag price on poor pure satchet for us Our land speak of bountiful crops Yet our mouth chew bountiful hunger, NO! No!! No!!! not a case with God again It is a case of them the ruling vampires. The dreamers must stop dreaming Time for the ignorants to join us To bring down the vampire's empire Our case is with them, not with Him up above. Alayande Stephen.T 16th, August, 2006 2.35am