Wonders Remain

Conscience burns me with a primeval fire,
My heart swim questions in pool of ponder,
I’m drowning, science is the life guard to hire
To hurl me out from this bridge of wonder.

What if the buried ones don’t sleep in graves?
Planets are 7, might just move to one.
Precisely, one that’s called ‘The land of braves’,
A place they’ll go till God is fully done.

What if the place they go to is the sun?
For she rise daily to peep earth at dawn;
Gather facts from the thief, priest, chief and nun,
Then fall to tell the dead king, rook, and pawn.

*hit blunt. Seem I’m lost in this smoke’s odour
My thoughts, filled with mellowed rainbow colour

Tomide Abdul