Lust Poem by Jimoh Ibrahim

If you are desperately looking for riches,
I have a way out
lock yourself in a tunnel of your roof
start to think
what your hands cannot reach
you want to use rope to draw it closer
think about your friends who has crossed over
to the world beyound
try to reflect back to your past
are you still the same?

if you are desperately looking for famous,
here is a way out
stroll down to the psychiatric
see for yourself those who have lost hope
whistling, chatting with the world of unseen
can you withstand the pains inflicted on them?

if you are desperately looking for power
here is a wayout,
think about those that are on the mobile bed
feeling uncomfortable in despair,
been abandoned by their people
living in pains and agony
can you feel the pains they feel....?

what you think of is wealth
you can't plant cocoa am and harvest honey
if the fry pan is not heated up, the corn cannot pop
you become rich,
driving in luxurious cars,
moving mountains with your money
with your desperate thought
buried without sheild
what enscence is then your wealth

as long as there is life,
there is hope
the groom shouldn't be anxiously straining
his neck to peep at the bride