Heavenly Rush
Leave my crossed, and take this poem.
Give it to the Sun, Punch, and Dailytrust;
Before i ascend my realm,
I want to read it.
I come to this city all innocuous,
working hard, I found nothing untainted,
I became super rich, and became anxious
Sad unlike the time i was wretched.
All i saw was money and happiness
religions, morals, ethics were all hitch
Then happiness translated into sadness
I am God, money and my soul are attach
And fear of loosing my money rejuvenate
It overshadowed my sadness and pain
For its more than grieve to deviate
Or to undone the devil vow of no gain
Tomorrow may be to late for my poem
Go and check the Poetry-Soup Site
From the learners of rhymes, and form
To relieved my end taste
Don't relate with established poets
And not those that explain death trade
And not those that had published taste
But an amateur, with mind of De- Sade
Also check Silent One, and Skat A.
Their mind may smoothen my route
To work with their eyes, minds, and ears
To feel their low, and highest thought
That simply poem that no one comment
That took them night and night to wrote
That no one claim they tacit it content
Word by word, and worth by worth
Check Poetry-Soup deep, and deep
They had more than thirty thousand poets
Bring that Poems that will last for keep
For i had come to my end point
So Let their poems cleanse me
Let their pen-wrath suffocate me
Let their stanza buried me
Let their rhyme darken me grave
If I can't reach tomorrow
Let my peom do, it's important
More than my M.O.N And More-
Than my expired breath, he said;
The newspapers came out around nine
And he died around two in the morning
Left with two imbecile, blind children
Only me, and his money not blind
Copyright © Umar Kakamu Aliyu | Year Posted 2015
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