I saw Ewa
Crying for Iwa
Ranting lowolowo no penny in my account,
And why will she shout hallelujah in count,
What is the reason
For the season?

I saw the Adekunle
Telling Adewale
That he is not a pegan
The moment the killing of the chicken began.

Must I kill my chicken
And keep frying in the kitchen,
When sons of Jezebel won't stop ranting in the yard,
To make some sleep in the ward.

How do I tell them?
The celebrant is a dove,
Who give everyone love,
He took his own heart
To take our dearth
He received the nail
So that we can be hailed.

They crowned him with thorn,
Cut him in ton,
They traded him for a price
When he is worth more than any price.

Kill him,
Bury him
They screamed Son of David
In avid.

That memory we linked to his birth,
The son of the virgin
The son of love
Who healed many times in love.
All he has done happened in love
And end in love...

Today I will remember
Him in December
Not with meat
Nor the chicken
But with my love
For those he loved...


Merry Christmas brethren!!!

(C) Tosdam 2018.
25th December is a time to remember.


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