Fix yea your eyes on God
And not the people of this world
Beat not your chest and cheer
Thinking your folks truly care
Try them when deeply in need
Only few I've known to be meek
If you think you're loved by all
Then you've not seen it all
Probably for your grains in store
It isn't because you're poor
Lie flat and refuse wake
Tell friends you've got some pain
Your own death you could easily fake
To know your true friends and the ones that are fake.
Thanks Sir Lius A. Estable for your comments. the truth is this; I've been broken in love. many only come to me in riches unlike when am endowed with clutches.
To love a god is fine, but nothing comes from above. Your house, clothes, money come from this world. The notes on your poems are faulty. I can`t say much due to space, but your argument is mistaken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Highly relatable. A sad truth, well thought out and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.