The Reformer’s Life

Chains can only kept the physical me bound
My mind is boundless
You can cut my tongue
Remove my eyes
Cut my fingers and toes
And torture me because of my beliefs

My jailer becomes my messenger
And my life and death will be a message
You my jailer will carry it to the ends of the earth
It will speak and influence millions hundred of years after I am gone

All I want is to speak the truth
As revealed to me and give others better platform to see the truth and not be deceived.

They call me a reformer but I am just a simple man with a heart that seek truth and a sound mind, maybe a beautiful mind

Why can’t it be our general goal to make life better for our neighbours?

This poem is dedicated to John Wycliffe, John Hus, Martin Luther and all true reformer of the past, present and those who will come after us.
©Babashola Timothy Ayeni

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