Passing Pleasure Poem by Seun Bewaji
Passing Pleasure
Just for a slave price
The savior was sold
Just for a red pottage
The heritage was exchange
He sabotage His anointing
On the laps of harlot
He kissed the death
After taking the a cup of milk
What an ignoble life
To satisfy passing passion
And live for the present
At the expense of the future
What should be admired?
Than eternity of pleasure
Nothing should be treasured
Than the mine of wealth
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