Petty Riches Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Petty Riches






Like a little god they fart around country,
admired by all with all effrontery
Well, as a man comes, so he departs
and he gains nothing from his toils.


So calm is the sleep of the laborer,
whether he drinks mineral or water
But the stolen wealth of the wealthy
fetches him no rest nor peace of mind.


Miserable is the life of that businessman,
who sells death and agony of living
As the fool folds his hands to hard work,
he ruins himself chasing after the rich man.



A good name is better than golden car,
and judgement day better than hidden scar
The grievous evil is milking the country,
as the pitied poor profits no more.


No one could straighten the made crooked,
not even the Egyptian ancestors
Yes, everyone is a sinner and abductor
of its consequences to the fullest.


All days in life many are better than few,
because a good outcome is their work
Pay no attention to that rich evil hawk,
or you may feel the sun roasting you.


See! the poor is crying bitterly: no hope,
and one made himself a king for afflictions
Oh yes, a dream can't be a dream until you sleep,
so is the promises until all are fulfilled.









©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
20/01/2018
03: 13AM