What will has a
Puppet in the hands of a puppeteer?
Or of what say
Is the clay in the hands of the potter?
Is at the mercy of the creator.
The blind knows not the way he should go.
No! Except he be told by one who sees.
Many though blind through arrogance or
Ignorance seek to go ways they know not.
They stumble and fall countless times yet,
Advance to doom unknown in false beliefs.
I have been lost once yet with the
Knowledge of my destination.
I have been blind once yet with the
Awareness of what surrounds me.
Thanks to God, my destination
Draws near and my sight is restored.
Though my destination
May be sure, I know not when I’ll get there.
Though my sight is restored,
Even now, it still has not been of my eyes.
There’s a hand which shows me,
The way I should go and what things I see not.
(C) Peter Akhere
When I was still a child
Often, I wondered why
Some men have riches piled.
But some of lack do die.
Why can’t all men be rich?
And let no man be poor?
It’s for the work of each,
Reward only comes for.
When I was still so young
Often, I noticed that
Some things were just called ‘wrong’
And often frowned at.
Why can’t they just be done
And just be seen as ‘Right’?
Actions beneath the Sun
With effects come to light.
When I was just a boy
Often, I simply thought
Some days are filled with Joy
But some, sorrows unsought.
Why can’t joy always reign?
And sorrows not exist?
With changes comes some pains,
And ‘bad’ with ‘good’ is mixed.
Now I am all grown up
And my wonders differ.
The humble, God lifts up.
But the proud do suffer.
Why is with ‘fall’ pride known?
And does the meek, grace crown?
Men reap what was sown.
And the way up is down.
(C) Peter Akhere.