Pros And Cons Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

I use to live like a pagan
Though not that I don't know who God is
I only wanted my peace
Instead of casting and binding my own neighbors
any time am on my knees
Or busy rendering my offerings to enrich the rich.
I wanted to live like a philosopher
Not that I don't know God exist
I only want to do things my way
Just for the sake of joy and bliss
I don't mind if I fail or succeed.
There are time I choose to live like the
scientist in order to have more Knowledge of
God
And prove the world wrong on the things they
claim came to exist without origin or a trace
I would like to live like the great
inventor
To create just like God
And be famous with my work
Most times I feel happy living
Like a Muslim who is afraid to
offend his God
Simply because he lives by the law.
I use to live like an idle man or the street beggar
who feel there's no need to work
only rely on the alms of strangers and friends
In as much he can eat and survive
There are some days i allow
my pride to govern so people
can know my worth
I don't die in silent
I only vomit my thought
The other time when I decide
not to be cool
I only wanted to be hot
I use to live like the rich,
Who got his eyes on his wealth and care less
about lending some of his time to God
Until tragedy befalls on him
then he can run back to the Church
so his problem could be solved.
There are period i live like a hypocrite whose
Presence is
felt in the Church,
He's endowed with speaking in tongues
He even recite and preach God's word
he is faultless in his eyes any way
After all says and done
then he still go the way of
the world
Sometimes I think and live like the poor
who doesn't bother acquiring much wealth
Could it be his thinking is low
He's always afraid of risk
hence he has a little food that can keep his
strength
Often times I live like the parliaments
who would implement the law
and decide not to live by it
Because to them obeying the law isn't by force
I am just like the philanthropist
who doesn't receive back what
he give
Many who ask him receive
He extend his help to the less privileged in the
street
I use to live as if am insane
Even when going my way
I talk only to myself
I hiss and punch the air
busy blaming my past
Several times I 've lived just
like the common man
who wants a simple life
but restricted by the law of his land
I wish to be like the Christians
Who were told to exchange
right for wrong
And the good for evil
And give love for hate
Only with their faith
they can convince their God
I wish life is fair
My problems I wouldn't like to share
Though life doesn't end up here
I know not everybody is aware.