John Poem by Matthias Pantaleon

They said you are wealthy now
Some said you rewrite your story
I'm not surprise; it’s the seed you sow
You deserve it John, you made history

I tried to reach you last night
But I never make it pass the gate
The guard sees through my plight
I was scorn like a child with ill fate

I'm miserable; where nightfall
Meets me, I sprawl and lay
I cannot do otherwise lest I fall
Into a dungeon and be slay

John, I hope to see the world like a slog
If I fall don't let them bury me like a dog