For we are like the leaves on a tree,
to protect and make it damage-free
is our responsibility and assignment.
If one and two and three
falls off from their branches,
their space will be vacant till another grows,
but what if nothing grows again
for every leaf that goes down?

The glory of a tree is in the presence of its leaves and fruits
a fruitless tree is said to be cut down and burned in the fire,
a leafless tree is to be cut off too.
So when all leaves fall off the branches,
what shall become of the tree?
Barren, shall it be called amidst its peers.

We all can't leave!
What shall become of our Jerusalem?
What shall become the place of our training and making?
What shall become our primary place?
The truth is if you leave and I leave,
the place shall become desolate
and what joy shall we derive as we sit by the river of our Babylon?

We all can't leave!
We all can't desert our Jerusalem,
but even as we stay we stop complacency,
we put an end to stagnancy,
we end dormancy,
we take charge and take over,
we pursue, overtake and recover all we've lost,
we ain't leaving, I'm not leaving!
Together, we'll rebuild and intercede for you, oh Jerusalem.

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.