In The Words Of The Preacher Poem by Obodokasi Ade'etem Agbor

Ye banks and seas and mounts and vales around,
All gold and silver and rubies underground,
The sun burnt bricks of African set
And Chinese relics the world covets.
Hear the preacher say are all vain.

O castles of Montgomery
Decked with covers of tapestry,
The beautiful maidens of Rome
And sweet savored soups of my home,
Hear the preacher say, your desires shall wane.


Love the seas but not as your friend,
Love the mounts, but to an end.
Once a while, love the memos of home soup
But when you go for a meal, take with you a friend.
Gold I hear takes sweat and strong to mine,
But love and friend is less time to find.

So Love your friend
That when the mounts are fallen
And the seas rise to claim the maidens
You shall be left with Love and friend,
A friend to stand by you on judgement day,
And love to wash your sins of vanities away.

Or did God not command man to love?
Three virtues, yet set He love above.