I have a story to tell... *Dance of shame* This riches of this world Built him a mansion with spacious verandah, Living in luxuries, his street was made of gold; In his lifetime, he paraded the town majestically So that all eyes could witness his royalty As the centre of attraction Ostentatiously. His appearance flashed: His costly attire, a coat of many colours Coupled with pearl blinking jewelries Radiating light on any spot he trod, No doubt, youthful hue sat on his skin In no time, he became drunk in the deceit of his affluence Rudeness and arrogance encircled him like a robe In disdain, he gazed at the inferiority complex of others, But his riches added no value to any life; Meanwhile in the early dawn of everyday, Would his ceremony begin, till dusk Dining with jezebels within his comodious verandah Vain enjoyments had veiled his insight Of what would become of his tomorrow, His wealth became offensive With its influential hands, he smote the poor on their faces, Even the less privilege upon the cheekbones, And had them bruised in their reproach With his boots, filled of pride Though, time seemingnly crawled as a snail; On this fateful day, came nemesis knocking at his door Like a visitor, it entered stealthily at night Mocking his doom with a wicked laugh... you can make away with all i have, But for my life i beseech thee, do spare How absurd it sounded, Almost impossible to be heard from An arrogant, affluent, saucy mouth duke like him; But in no time, his exit alarmed the world! Death painted his reputation with shame, Too poor, his money couldnt redeem his life The mystery of life after life Soon became unravelled to his spirit That just awoke into another world As he sojourned towards his eternal destination; From halfway, he could feel the heat of a furnace And at a click, his sense could discern an impending doom While puzzled in the doldrum, he lamented on his past, Of his luxurious living, how fleeting life could be, No sooner than this, he realised: what shall it profit a man, having gained the world, And about to lose his precious soul? His ceremonious dance was just a flash in the pan, Alas! all was nothing, but a dance of shame #WhatCanWordsDo? Written by: Olajuwon Joseph Olumide
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 09:40:03 +0000
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