Rosy Continuity Poem by Mcanthony Nwatu

In life we seek equity
Not just that of justice
But that of resources and grace
At least to lie on the bed of prosperity.

Some are born poor, others rich
But the clock may favour the former
From squalor to prosper
At least to have a comfortable niche.

Am thinking and opportunity
Just to come up
Out of this family close up
At least to have an immunity.

It is for a rose continuity.
Resources indeed is the king
Without which one becomes a fling
At least lacks a dew of nobility.