Poem – A Voice Says Cry (By Nosakhare Collins)

A voice says ‘cry’

A voce says ‘cry’
And I said, what shall I cry?
All flash is grass,
For all the beauty is like the flower of the field.
The grass withers, the flower fades,
When the breath of the God blows upon it,
Surely the people are grass.
The grass withers the flower fades,
But the word of our truth will stand forever.