By Kanute Tangwa aka K(C)anute Tangwa
the earth is my footstool/
the skies my headrest.
when the wind blows/
you can now predict where it goes.
when the skies open/
you can say for sure
it would rain.
my footstool and headrest can make or mar
for your dross has reached my ears
from the beginning/
I made all things beautiful
the forests, seas, mountains, hills, birds, fishes, animals and land
creating you out of my footstool/
I made you masters over all
for you are my image and likeness
I have never broken my promise
I open and close the heavens/
unleashing living water and sunshine on good and bad
ensuring an unbroken life saving cycle
I kept my promise
except in the age of noah, elijah and lot
for you asked for a sign to gauge my wrath
since wisdom is not your forte
now you have stirred my wrath
though when you see these things/
do not turn your back
pillar of salt
these things:
mega fiery wild fires blazing crawling leaping swaying/
laying waste vast swathe/
my six day design
did you respect the green covenant?
these things:
giga floods surging submerging large expanse
but I kept my promise after Noah
did you respect the green rainbow compact?
fire and floods shall
pass away/
but my word shall not
