INSEPARABLE

When a poor man begs but sustenance,
From a rich man well endowed,
The rich though with much,
is just like the poor without.
To them both is destiny.
Before them lies a tapestry of motions,
Removed from them as in fate.

Just as both welcome a new day at the nick of time,
And none earlier than the other apart from will,
So are they inseparable from each other.
Joined at the hip,
they're like conjoined twins.
Each need the other.
And if freedom for one is sweet,
life for the other is nonetheless sweeter.

And so are these times we are.
Like the threads of the raiment,
Our forward mobility as a nation
is but determined as a collective whole.
If just a few think they've crossed over to canaan,
Leaving the masses behind,
So swift will be their coming back,
On realising they're only part of the whole,
And no less than the whole can attain freedom.

Tis a parable to discern.
Its meaning none can decipher,
Except if one on behalf of the other.
So that if one knows,all know.
So that if one go,all go ,
Lest the rich build high walls for their security,
And the poor spend their waking hours,
Scheming on how to scale the walls.
So that what is held by some,
By fate,becomes one to be held by all.

If those in high places,
Devise ways of accumulating much,
And that trigers actions that deny others of a fair share
So will a country that seems to have much,
Just mark-time.
Because the soul that creates, being one,
Does so equally.
Its equlibria none can beat,
And to correct one ,the other must suffer,
So as to set in motion a state of balance.
And this is the inseparability of the two,
Its all or none at all.
Its neither or all.

A NEW NAME

Separated by sin and weakness,
but redeemed by grace.
That's the faith that holds my days.
Though i know am an heir to the kingdom,
like the prodigal son have i traveled
far and wide,
in search of green pasture,
only to  wad off snakes in dry patch.
They have seen me go down and down,
and though they may not say,
it shows that they relish my downward slide,
and the perilous journey that has marked my path.
Not that i would like to travel this path-nay.
But its the path marked out for me,
and so i trod as i look above,
not the least dismayed,
nor delayed.
And so every day my brow faces up,
confident of my place in my fathers kingdom,
knowing that i am an heir of the kingdom,
Only disinherited by sin and weakness,
but redeemed,exalted and exulted by grace.
I therefore consider these dry patch temporal
In my upward mobility of searching after you,
Besides,i know you've always had a new name for me,
A  name by which i will be known.
A name by which the world will know me.

If To Be Rich

If to be rich is to have so much,
So that you can give it to those who need,
If richness is a virtue for which there is no better option,
Then I who at first thought otherwise would want to be.
If being rich waters the mind,
so it becomes wealthy of idea and good intent,
Then, i want to be rich.

If being rich would drain the mind of negative desire,
And rob my mind of the devils plan,
T'would be my desire to give richness a safe abode,
So that within and without,
I would have nothing but a rich state.
But that is only IF being rich meant all these things,
And none that goes against these things.

The road to nowhere

The narrow road curves its way,
 Bushland marks its sides,

The Fairer State

Watch out for the spirit that ensnares as it lies
for the soft velvet touch of its airy wings
is worse than a cobras venom..

Retracing the steps

Before a seed grows,
Before a plant shoots from a tiny seed,
It must dry up and die,

The african dream

Good things come in small tidings.
And thats what mother africa teaches us .