Big Biznis, Big Ebonyza Biznis. What an unfaithful mistress.
Cavorting with Media, Lavishing on Lobby, so inconstant and listless.
Are you a cold hearted madame or just a good Mam of business?
Squeezing and wrenching every possible dime, even out of Christmas.
You are hard and sharp as flint - but no steel can strike a generous fire.
Yet so soft and foul you fit right in with the swine in all their mire.
Such transient properties suit you well in building your empire.
How successfully you entice new Johns with your unwholesome attire.
And when another master offers you more, will not your affections change?
Your services rendered on the floor and in the backrooms of the financial exchange.
Are you even conscious of the poor? When did your cheating heart estrange?
Heed the call to ‘go and sin no more’, for He can still cure your filthy mange.
Big Blue-Chip Ebonyza Biznis, hear the spirits and beware all the damning litmus.
You old sinner, the chain you forged in the abyss bears against you witness
Grasping and covetous, your Statements are vague: a mockery of glibness.
Mankind! Truth, Charity, and Love: Those should have been your business.
From Sunrise On The Mount
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Money the root of all evils, excellent poem Daniel, I truly enjoyed the read.------Melvina---