It’s been ages

with words like yours,
we could have started a church
with passion like that which burns you
Whitefang,
we would have set the world on fire
the cookie is the cookie
till it crumbles to crumbs, dust
but for bullets who do their jobs
only after they’ve been fired
night would have broke for you
waves would part, and a path
which you’ve walked for so long
would have outdone themselves
but for men with blood in their eyes
seeking stars, and stealing souls.

Victor Oyedele