Sun Souling

Forgiveness pays
Brings poverty
To the rich heart society
Prayers console
A pagan life
So empty

Darkness rules
Bitter people
They wither
Like olden stool
Love has no school
But we teach hatred
Like lost lambs

Passion drives
Sometimes to death
If wisdom is ill health
No light
Wrong flights

Bulbs lighten the proud
Only but at night
Who to trust, a plight
Egos chase heartbeats
In inspired rage
Dungeon fights
An ensue
Of kindled mights
That bite

Look at the sun
Be its son
Shine to bless
Don’t be just a man

Post Author: Eric Onyango Otieno

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