HEAVEN KNOCKING HANDS

Heaven reaches out

Knocking roofs & Tar

Heaven seeking us

Crying out heavy drops

Scattered hands drumming loud

Every house, every Lot

Bells of drumming tears

A hundred miles within reach

Heavens bid a cold return

It reaches to mend the torn

Separation cast men gone

Heaven longs to seek the lost

Elderly, woman, man flee its call

It seeks to wash the blood, hatred

Street down its core

The sweat, cleansing all our sores

It brings relief, wind and wet

Travelled distance heart resolved

With simple message kids rejoice

Drilling life, pounding crust

We hear the sail flowing round

We know His love we'd seen the cross

Caged denial we refuse its thrust

Heaven spits the body clean

The heart, mind within a sheath

The voice we hear, listen you hear

Hard knocks knocking roofs out loud

Return you vile and gone afar

I bid a welcome return

Heaven knocking hands reaching

Drizzling tears seeking us

Greed gripped goons within its sphere

In faded tunes sounds recoil,

Withhold & seek a next

In silence we surge once again

No remorse no concern

Perhaps our children does.

Paul Aremooluwa

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