For a time

For a time

By Benedict Ofora Okonkwo

A time will come when trouble draws near
The snares of men and nature will revolt
The time will come when the rich dry up
The seas will be all gone
And the deserts will rise.

It will be like two birds dancing
To the beat of an invisible music
A breakdown of law and order
For men to get their little hope back
Coiling up would be a paradigm of honor.

But it went down in dishonor
Men look on with awe
Their mouths wide opened and shocked to the marrow
Their little hope vanished before their eyes
They will once regret facing the most powerful being.

For she was before they existed
They all will bow
As she smiles graciously on them
I am.