It is the generation of scorpions that stings
It is the descendants of vipers that bites

There is a wickedness sedated in the hearts of men
A darkness darker than night

When life is bursting at the seems
And high walls are tumbling down

Do not pride yourself in the smile of a friend
Or solace yourself in the arms of a brother

Just stretch wide those frail hands  of yours in the wind
Wave it towards the cloud on the breezy hills

Let God see you are too weak to defend yourself
Against the cruelty of this world

© Olatuja Oloyede