If Thou Sow Not, Thou Reap Not Poem by Lambon Salifu Muhammeed

If thy work is to lie idle and command heaven,
To serve you coffee and bread of honey for breakfast, fried rice and chicken for lunch, pizza for supper,
I promise thou shall have all in the most priceless famous garbage restaurant where the scavengers equally suckle
If thy work is to lie idle and command heaven,
To let thou wear Fendi on Sundays, Versace on mondays, Dior on tuesdays, Prada on Wednesdays, Armani on thursdays and fridays, Gucci on sabbaths
I promise thou shall wear in all days an invisible thread built from a grimy fabric
If thy work is to lie idle and command heaven,
To home thee in a grand palace born from the semen of gold, diamond and silver
I promise thou shall lie forever beneath the roof of a forsaken bridge where hungry parasites shall lull thou to sleep with the lullabies of stings
And If thou lie idle and command heaven,
To bestow on him all things that procreate wealth
I promise thou shall have all that birth poverty.
Thou must remember from whom thou seek all these beauties lies idle not
For he create days, prepare seasons and bring forth new beings
So if thou lie idle and seek, thou be a clown.


If thou lie idle, I think thou have comfort already!
If thou sow not, thou should expect not to reap!