Waterloo Poem by Mcanthony Nwatu

Not all glitters are gold. Alright.
But any that glitters is had to come by.
The glitter you see, if right and just,
Thou must hold fast and tight,
Else it bids you goodbye.

Heaven hears your desires right
But gives to you the most vital needs.
So among thy equals thou become bright.

But no matter the bed of roses,
It happens to all. For where you stand
Right and tight can be thy waterloo.
Down low the pit as you go
Watching your equals to the sky.
All happens if you leave the path of just.