My heart is yet on the globe, The erroneous proceedings from Adam; Which led to successive diversity, Further deepening till this morning, The bleeding sore of disintegration, Bequeathed to the result of today. Seven continents they become, Originally one as trinity; Like that in the upper room, Distorted accent and language, Further sinking beneath unity; To the state at hand today There was a mind of possibilities With formidable determination That benefitted from the division These brains could have been harnessed To revivify our world, But for the knave that left us here today I crave mending glue, Joining the Antarctic crevices; Sucking dry Arctic waters, In return to a unified world, Eden of the genesis with many colours; A mirage? But here we are today! Akinsehinwa Damilola,