So Rich This Man Poem by Naveed Akram

One rich man is two hundred,
If his hair grows he rejects his fruit;
When heaven lies to him,
The hellish hounds march towards
The hundred rich men and fall
Behind them, when speech was a
Craft for the innocent.

The freedom of thought complied with souls,
One rich man is a heavenly rascal
With deeds after deeds.
When freemen speak of slaves
They must object.

One richer man has seen God,
His freedom is quenched with ready
Lines of praise for his Maker,
The Creator, and the Sustainer.

The value of godly names is strong,
Opening a venue for the young,
To play and play along.