Where Head Goes 

Mr. Putam's
Broken back, sweating:
Underneath the melting sun is
The example why neither neighbour:
Who litters the floor to be swept;
Or government who pay less;
Or his children who pray less;
Can separate his humanity
From the suffering
Of its existence.
But Putam in - his - shivering
Digs a hole for a better life.
Like an ostrich (capable of running)
hides his head in shame.
Tomorrow, his body hides under the earth
For where head goes, body follows
For where mind goes, soul (al)so goes.
 
We do not know if he is breathing
But we know his heart is beating
In all of us or why else
Does His wife's breast heave like a murderer
Escaping a city-wide chase?
Or mine... why is my finger bleeding
words wh-which neither are mine
Or should be.
Tomorrow, we feel an earthquake
Maybe it is a hunger deep in the soul.

I Celebrate

Against the raging tides of sin's full snare:
My soul sails strongly without despair.
Beneath the blazing sun like hell;
I am the mouthpiece of GOD to tell.
I celebrate the thorns of faith on me,
The scars of belief, and the GOD I see.
I need no man to persuade me less
or bait my desire with some finnesse:
I am soul of GOD in flesh, amen:
favoured and chosen; the peace among men.
There is no need for the ascent of death
to remind me of the joys of GOD's Breath.
I celebrate the gores of my hope, forever
and give all praises to GOD, the Father.
I celebrate the pain which has no name;
(For) My glory is enthroned between my shame.
I thank the whispers of faith's love in trials
for making me stronger in truth against liars.
I celebrate with a dance, my poetry and song
This day or night may GOD's love — in me — belong.

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BIO: 

Olatunde Obafemi is a disciple of JESUS CHRIST; a published author, a poet sometimes and a content editor. Olatunde lives in Ibadan when not travelling and doing the work of GOD.
He graduated from Babcock University.