The Soul Of Men Poem by Ekenedilichukwu Ubah

Tales analysed by depressed pen
An agony that began from Eden
Constantly constraining us to defenseless den
Should we still continue our words without a spicy cooked hen?
The souls are always like a shadowy whip
Beating us till we are able to take a leap
From our unconscious grip
Maybe it's high time we took a drip
Cos, we are gradually falling into a sickness creep
Our tears of words have filled the skies' net
Its bullets are ready to hit the earth
Well, it's always her attitude to make us wet
Should we still take the risk to draw a bet?
It's all about our souls and not a threat
If only we knew that the brain
Was never constrained to analysing only gains
Then we would have admired the crane That crushed our narrow drains
Because, not all lanes are plains
Though, it may have seem so hard to get grains
But, we need to train our body to adapt to strains
Our souls have gone beyond the tides of ordinary rains
We hope we will someday have the opportunity to board a train
Before we fetch our final rains
No pain! No gain
Hope we aren't going to go down the drain?
Man's soul indeed a flame in the unseen realm
Beautifully beautified by the beautiful hands of the creator
Designed by the designer
Ohh! ! ! man's soul so unique...
Still a vital spark of heavenly flame
Escaped from its smouldering locale
To body's tiny tunnel
Man's soul titillating like a firefly
Which serene Its lightening through wraps of darkness
As sparkle as twilight hung upon the starlit air
Man's soul
The crystal city where choice lay prostrates upon the ground of sky
A wonder land of manifolded secret
The intertwined secret that tangled life with thralls of misery and mirage
In a quarter where bright drops dew
Unfold wisp of spider's tangling
Thus convert to quivering strings
That decode heart bound virgin's hidden
Deeply in the soul of man
Lies the creative nature of Man's unshared thoughts
Stories fades untold
Ideas that goes unshared
Beneath the silent wailing soul
Unexpressed emotions grow
Sparkling smiles led low
Demonic thoughts easily flow
Like four lane rivers escaped from Eden
Hmmm...! ! ! It's always been fright and not fight
Our souls' identity is still bright
Her reigns are forever powerful to make our loins tight
It's our time to get a great sight
All for a wonderful souless flight...
Souls of men
where we learn how to speak our mother's language
Of What shall man's soul speaks
Of his fleshy sheath called body
That kept hurting and comforting him?