In Tenth Hours Poem by Oluwole Olawale Michael

In the tenth hours of his penury
The naive man slept in luxury
From the street of his penury
The poor man quiscent in luxury
His relatives kept his luxury
His family withold his luxury
The government mounts his luxury
While his ghost watched in penury
Who know how he got his luxury?
In the dust? Under the sun?
He suddenly changed his penury
Why critiques on his luxury?
You need not to sidetracked his luxury
Betterment to work to have luxury
And metamorphose your own penury
An egg becomes a hen
But cannot be in a jiffy
You only need to bends double
For you to sleep in luxury.