(a free verse poem about love of money and power)
No gold, no glory
Is worth pursuing
For a heart in vain.
It's an endless struggle,
A mere fool's quest,
That ends in sorrow.
Yet I do not say
That they are woeful
Just by their nature.
No, for they may give
A warm bowl of soup
To the poorest man.
And may come as
Answers to the pleas
Of a praying saint.
But gold and glory
Acquired for nothing,
Or worse, acquired by
A fool's corruption-
Whether by instant
Or deceitful virtue-
Causes much torment
To a soul who is
A slave to Mammon.
He may erect a
Thousand monuments-
Though he may have used
The hands of others
To carve his marble-
But it will fall down
After many wars
And passing quests
Done by other men
Who are just like him!
(March 19,2013; Marikina City)
(For more details about the poem, please email the author at princeobed_dc@yahoo.com)
Copyright © 2013 by Prince Obed de la Cruz
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