okot innocent angeeyo (28th november 1991 / gulu-uganda)
A Cautıon To The Living
My problem herein is with life,
We use God to get riches, when most if not all,
The Rich are Selfish,
And selfish is Evil.
The poor, with their last might, in virtue and faith, Patience and obedience, humility and integrity.
Fight to be Rich, yes, they do hate that gossip!
Yes, God gives them what they ask for.
Then that Evil Rich they would mock, truthfully when
Him or her was poor,
Becomes he or she.
And will be with the poorest, we the Kony victims!
We are reaping from our tears of 26 years,
We really are, though some with Jeers
How I wish I don’t get rich but manage not to Lament and,
Curse the day I was born as if I was to be among the Gates, the Elizabeths. And, yes Mansa Musa’s heir
The few who manage, to by some History delay in Wealth,
Have proven to have learnt the art of;
“It’s either I have it or no one else has it”,
I was taught to copy that Some how, Somewhere, by Someone
The art of being among achievers, “the Great” teacher called it.
Even our said Leaders have somehow become, yes Achievers,
They really are! Driving German Mercedes, when we they lead, walk bare-footed.
it happened with Zacchaeus before meeting Jesus,
And here in our age, we still live it!
This happens every day and I guess it will be till the umpteenth century,
Only God knows when!
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