GEHAZI'S GREED
GEHAZI’S GREED: (The School of Greed)
In the quest to meet our daily needs,
To put food on the table for family to feed,
Put up an act pretty right,
And don’t mar societal laws,
At the expense of being responsible,
For you can’t save yourself;
neither your peer pressure there to pull you;
when you fall in a pit,
A pit of shame,
Nobody looks at when you trip and fall.
People fall ‘cause of pressures;
knocking on the forgotten door of doom,
Ah! Why get anxious about many things?
Things transient and totally temporal.
When will people learn to be patient?
Patient and wait; for their God given time;
And ability to make wealth not riches.
But, we want things;
fast fetched.
‘Cause we count strange men’s riches.
No wrong when we watch;
the many collections of these strange men,
Do we ask ourselves where’s their source?
Don’t envy these weird creatures not once,
I’ve heard dolorous stories,
But not as this one that tore;
my heart’s curtain to shreds,
As i scribble these thoughts down,
I feel tears in my eyes like flood,
And, my prolix lost.
Like I’m out of ammo in riot town,
Where lose is expected;
especially, deeds we do adamantly,
I feel the tears burst forth;
like the sea of reed;
my heart wears a sad tunic on my mind,
For transient transformation,
My neighbourhood friend;
who counts peoples wealth,
This he does with ardent avarice.
I always had this fear coming,
His vehement desperation;
to be community influential,
At first i counted him wise,
‘Cause I could see his potential,
Stunned to hear him cuffed in gaol;
What a way to learn?
From one’s painful experience.
A thing poor to practise,
Better do whatever is in your power;
at a given time.
Wait for your fate will work like wild fire.
In the quest to meet our daily needs,
To put food on the table for family to feed,
Put up an act pretty right,
And don’t mar societal laws,
At the expense of being responsible,
For you can’t save yourself;
neither your peer pressure there to pull you;
when you fall in a pit,
A pit of shame,
Nobody looks at when you trip and fall.
People fall ‘cause of pressures;
knocking on the forgotten door of doom,
Ah! Why get anxious about many things?
Things transient and totally temporal.
When will people learn to be patient?
Patient and wait; for their God given time;
And ability to make wealth not riches.
But, we want things;
fast fetched.
‘Cause we count strange men’s riches.
No wrong when we watch;
the many collections of these strange men,
Do we ask ourselves where’s their source?
Don’t envy these weird creatures not once,
I’ve heard dolorous stories,
But not as this one that tore;
my heart’s curtain to shreds,
As i scribble these thoughts down,
I feel tears in my eyes like flood,
And, my prolix lost.
Like I’m out of ammo in riot town,
Where lose is expected;
especially, deeds we do adamantly,
I feel the tears burst forth;
like the sea of reed;
my heart wears a sad tunic on my mind,
For transient transformation,
My neighbourhood friend;
who counts peoples wealth,
This he does with ardent avarice.
I always had this fear coming,
His vehement desperation;
to be community influential,
At first i counted him wise,
‘Cause I could see his potential,
Stunned to hear him cuffed in gaol;
What a way to learn?
From one’s painful experience.
A thing poor to practise,
Better do whatever is in your power;
at a given time.
Wait for your fate will work like wild fire.



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