Every body talking about this flood. Many says how it comes from God. Well, like everybody so bad. It hitting everyone making them sad.
I never see trenches get cleaning up so. Dams building up more too. But its losses, losses all around. Even your dead can't rest in the burial ground.
Noah's Flood was the worst of all times. Tsunami created an outburst betimes. East court of Demerara had its share. No home was there to spare.
Again the flood raises its ugly head. This time nobody wants to be dead. They say "President President come to us" we want out you and make no fuss.
Promptly he goes on the spot treatments he injects. The people readily accept and never reject. All road blocks are removed, Even burning tyres are cleared.
But the flood continues on. Only almighty God knows for how long. As long as there is global warming. All mankind need to take serious working.
The Self Is Like A Blade Of Grass
In The Morning Dew
Touched With Human Kindness Affects
Just As Few
It Tries To Do Its All In All
But Its Effort May Be Just As Bitter Gall
The More It Give To Humanity
It Feels Its Good For All Eternity
Some May Cherish And raise Its Sacrifices
Others May Be Quick To Point Out The Malpractices
The Self Perhaps Selfish At Times
Sees Not The Cares Of Others Be Times
The Self Full Of Anger , Betrayed And Destruction
May Bring Upon Itself Eternal Damnation
The Self Should Be Like John The Baptist
Free To Speak Out The Evils That May Insist
The Self May Be Like Paul Once Soul
Sharing Truths And Sounding Warning To One And All
The Perfect Example Of The Self Is Jesus Christ Who Left Heaven For Earth
Died For All But Ask For No Help Let The Self Pattern Itself Like A Caring Wife Fuelled With Love, Joy, Contentment And Knows No Strife
Whatsoever There Is Of Self Let It Not Be Like That Helpless Shelf
Let's Put It Out For All To See, And Lot The Blessing Come To You And Me
