Love Poem: A History of Creation
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Written by: Sunday Ameh

A History of Creation

if you call it a sin
 the youth 'll shout it's our time 
as experience shall count tomorrow.
if you call it a chemisrty,our fathers shall add it's our heritage,
for the blessings that surrouings the table
 comes from the seed moulded by the potter.

who 'll question divinity or nature
 though immorality spreads like breeze and infedelity speaks orders,
let him bless the hands of reproduction that brought an egg to a crawlin baby,
then to a craving youth sleeping in hope,
and a home of hope building realities.

if you talk of an old man 
who sleeps under the roof of memory 
waiting for the handsome hands of death,
bless him for tha passionate kiss that transpired when he wore canvass and 
neck lace,
expressing his strength under skirts.

This history of creation is more than heritage or addiction,
as gay without fear of misconduct
 abuses nature and drink from the hands of cruel civilization.