The Plea! ! ! - Poem by Bolami lawal
The wind of fear invade the temple of hope
yet; in the valley of his mind
the elect is most powerful;
in the assembly of the saints
the light shines the brightest.
The flame of greed consumed the mighty
his thirst for wealth ensnared his soul
how he laid bare in ash heap;
groping in darkness
burried in shame.
He long lost his mind to lust
the zeal to amass riches was his greatest woe
he adorned his body where termites will feast;
when he lay to sleep his sorrow will come
the place of peace is far from him.
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