Thundering footsteps could be heard
it was as the sound of a mighty rushing wind.
The sky looked dark and cloudy.
The sun beat vehemently, dust everywhere.
Afar I stood watching bemused.
When suddenly the footsteps became louder.
What could this be I pondered????
When as though my thoughts could be heard.
A voice shrieked behind me.
it was as the sound of a mighty rushing wind.
The sky looked dark and cloudy.
The sun beat vehemently, dust everywhere.
Afar I stood watching bemused.
When suddenly the footsteps became louder.
What could this be I pondered????
When as though my thoughts could be heard.
A voice shrieked behind me.
“Alas! the captives are returning. The enemy has returned all!!!
They hunt our steps that we cannot go out on the streets
Our persecutors are swifter than the eagles of heaven.
They hunt our steps that we cannot go out on the streets
Our persecutors are swifter than the eagles of heaven.
How is the gold become dim!
How is the finest gold changed?
Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens.
Nevertheless, we have laughed best.
How is the finest gold changed?
Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens.
Nevertheless, we have laughed best.
What is it the enemy has stolen?
What is that wound that cannot be exposed?
That weakness the enemy is sitting on? Academic disturbances? family troubles?
Arise and make war, go, recover all the enemy has stolen.
Stand upon your watch and give no place to the devil.
Brace up for the enemy has had the last straw and its time to return all he has stolen.
He who laughs last indeed laughs best.
What is that wound that cannot be exposed?
That weakness the enemy is sitting on? Academic disturbances? family troubles?
Arise and make war, go, recover all the enemy has stolen.
Stand upon your watch and give no place to the devil.
Brace up for the enemy has had the last straw and its time to return all he has stolen.
He who laughs last indeed laughs best.
Written by
Connie Aibangbee
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