Poems about fear

The things on my mind
They should be on a hieroglyph
The things that man can do,
If man knows, the earth would hear
If the earth could tell of the sky’s cloud
It would prepare better for the storm
Her children would have enough
To feed and remain green
So the birds, children of the sky
Would feed, and feed
Till they have more than enough to feed on
These would be an agreement
So that none would break it
But rules are cards
Broken to suit, and to tie the odds
So men should never be even
Do you ever wonder
Why not all men are feeding?
When the greens are growing greenish
And the beasts are thicker.

Victor Oyedele