The Gold And The Anointing Poem by Charles Karia

Would the politician give the money,
If it was a product of his sweat?
Would he have come to church,
If it were not for the votes?

The chicken thought himself lucky,
For grain thrown on Christmas day.
And the fish thought herself blessed,
For a worm so deep in the stream,

The politician could be deceived,
Into thinking he is serving the lord,
As the Robin Hood of the gospel,
Or knowingly come defile the altar.

Keep eyes off the fools gold,
Anointing is not measured in carats,
Walk to heaven if you must,
Than ride a limousine to hell.