DEEDS by Adewumi Olumide

With good mind I blow this flute,

A flute of warning, a flute of truth.

To good men and men so brute,

This warning I bring to your senses and ears.

Travel to east or rather to west,

Running from your good deeds

Or your sinful acts;

Run to the world where the world is none,

Yet, your reward shall stand by you like legs with horse.

It’s not a blessing nor laying of hands,

Neither is it a kiss, a bite nor cursing of man,

It’s the truth that guides the universe,

From head to toe

And a law that leads

From mouth to hole.

Travel with the sun and shine with stars,

Be a king, an emperor or a household slave,

Route the wind and tame its wings,

Fly with it to the ends of the earth:

Try escape your act of goodness

Or shame as well,

But you never will, not even by the help of clairvoyants

Know when your reward shall glue to you;

Whether good or bad.

Never forget this, neither in words nor in nous

That you are your deeds and your deeds are you.