Young Church

(Lesotho, Maseru)

The hunt for happiness


I take my sharpest spear
Hunt money with no fear
A highest mountain to climb
A thorny bush to walk through

Fulfillment of a rough destination
In success of endless determination
The catch surprisingly poisonous
The catch unexpectedly unpleasant

The hunter now the hunted
Money has got his best weapons
In bloody hunt for my greedy soul
Where can I hunt for true happiness?

To be continued........


***The Book of End of Times

Submitted: Thursday, July 28, 2011
Edited: Thursday, October 06, 2011

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