I heard a knock at the cathedral

I heard a knock
at the cathedral
downtown

The pounce on the door
Gave a kind trial

Streets crowned
with the loud
that came with
High prize

My mind gave
A clueless mad

Bang, Bang

Who tell this
We ask we

Is it our kind guest
of the night or
our neighbour
Who asked for a cash

Every men gathered round
With their forks and knives
To settle the blue night

At the door

At the kind admittance
into the crooked path

We found nothing
But a lame voice
Struggling for his life

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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