Karma Says
The Collector reckons debtors' folly
Aye, quicker than Hermes leaves to return
Once violent dictator, rightful surely
Now sequestered and fettered, so to mourn
As to whether a feather could weather a tether
A tether formed from the toughest of leather
Much as wood could never weather metal
Le debtor must pay with wage, grain et al
Round around this big blue dream in its time
For when man should deign to dim the vestal
Day ends and night dawns, in time, all is mine
La Muerte beckons the living fondly
Ye, e'en more than Echo is taciturn
All living alike regardless how motley
To Hades who then would for those life would spurn
Pull the clever lever of forever and ever
For ever in a realm some have called nether
To stop the once living from once again going fetal
Hopes and dreams, all things placed on pedestals
Wind-carried ash, a suphuric pantomime
Of mysteries and fables, anecdotal
Day ends and night dawns, in time, all is mine
Still, time would cause a flower to wither
Of the strata of the ether
Of things banal, of things transcendental
None may surpass the order parental
May a man feast with evil, may he dine
Unscathed to kick the bill, his foot, now moral? (sigh)
Day ends and night dawn, in time, all is mine
Copyright © Samuel Opara | Year Posted 2019
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