Cemetery of fate

Beneath the beautification
Splendor of fancy graves
Weather beaten caskets
Caskets of skeletons
Remnants of forlorn desires
Masquerading as greed and classism
Ohh! For sake of sikhism
Just for once
Let these demons be exorcised
From Filthy minds of ours
Wouldn't it be nice
For twice, we were wise
Playing music of goodness
Resurrecting from
Cemetery of ill-fate
Unblemish yet fettered
Clogs from karma
Undo these dire deeds, you
You little gods within




Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2026-03-25 at 11:04

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melanie sue The PoetBay support member heart!
The Biblical Text also reveals these truths of human nature. It clearly states: "Faith without works is dead" (James 2:26) means that genuine faith in God naturally produces tangible actions, good works, and a transformed life. Belief alone, without loving actions (fruit), is lifeless, ineffective, and not true saving faith.


God shows no partiality, favoritism, or bias based on outward appearances, nationality, social status, or wealth. God is impartial in judgment and offers salvation equally to all, looking at the heart rather than external factors.

The poem expresses very well the angst and frustration of those witnessing the victimized by what I tend to think of as "Satan's Soldiers"

Its been a long time, my friend. I hope you are doing well, Chuma.
2026-03-25


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I have read your poem several times and think that ultimately you are calling for the change that most of us have come to desire: Honesty and transparency and a rejection of valueless material aspirations. At least, I hope we do. Blessings, Allen
2026-03-25