I give you this key, go to that city,
Take these words, tell them of calamity
Which is knocking through the other door.
These words are for the rich and the poor.
Go now, to the city of Sodom,
As they grin and sin to their doom.
Go now, to that city of Gomorrah,
Unlock the gate, teach to be pure and moral.
Go, for you holds the key to the city,
Let your legs run faster than the tick-tock of clock.
Go this morning, for in the evening they rot in pity.
So, go now, before the crow of my cock.
If they harden their hearts,
If they welcome you not, beloved
Only unlock the gate to that city,
And come home, for your part you've done.
Written by;
*©Udekwe Chikadibia Johnmary*
*Sir Jeomen*
(No omen no Jeomen)
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® 9/5/2017;;::10:44am
Good morning beloved!