Ajayi Rasheed Poet Dramatic Monologue

Money,The Blackgold

Money,in search of you
Traitor appears
Either to kill
Or denigrate

The trustworthy gets less
The sycophant demagogically gets more
The former becomes worse
The later becomes blessed

Money, your raison d'etre
Misinterpreted by your interpreter
Your searcher on do-or-die
In your search 

Money,you are hijacked
By the black baron
To rule the innocent
To  suppressed the oppressed

In search of  you
Sycophancy adopted
Decency aborted
Inconsistency applied 
But, consistency implied

Money, your whitish regalia
Turned blackish in nature
Stained with debris
By your researcher

Your searcher, in existence
Becomes asset
But in eternity
Becomes inordinate bad count.

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Beata Agustin November 29, 2024 at 11:53 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.