Sorrows Of A Fraudster. Poem by Kanu Lawrence

My inner conscience has been bedridden
for years for what I have done
Or what I fail to do.
crippled by nemesis that befells me,
I saw the hand writing on the wall.
Thus it said ''An eye for eye''
a backlash of law of karma.

I wandered around to find fortune and fame
In my unforgetable journey to hell.
I met the good, the bad and the ugly.

I met the GOOD, he said to me'' go back to your home
work hard and pray,
for little dropp of water makes a mighty a ocean''.
I said No! it will take me like enternity to achieve that.
I passed this wretched fellow that smells poverty.

I met the Bad.
With his uncontrollable temper and fiery look
around him litters cigarettes butts and bottles of hard liqours
some empty while others were half.
In a fearful voice which made me creeped, he said
''live, dine and die with the gun''
I said No! I want to live and enjoy my wealth.

Then I met the Ugly'
He lives in opulence
everything on his beck and call
most beautiful women, wines, exotic cars and palatial home.
He said to me ''come my dear and enjoy with me,
For I make so much money without stress or sweat
many victims falls for my bait
They swallow both the hook and sinker
As Iam the richest fraudster living down here''.

I followed him for all money ain't good money
but I want more.
I cherish every moment of this life of fantansy
until the event of my demise.
Now Iam down here inside jail cell,
locked up in chains.
Baggin' 25 yrears sentence.

How I wish I listen to the voice
of that poor haggard GOOD fellow.
For many souls have died
many left in poverty because of my lust for money.

I wish I could turn
back the hands of time.
I will never do the same mistake again,
Never Again.