The Man of Empty Will

When the mighty wind comes to a quench And the heavy rain comes to a halt Would your household boast of a bountiful harvest? Plentiful enough into your very own hut Today a new man taken over your spirit Trampling the power of the man of God’s thought Tick-tack, tomorrow comes a heavy retrench Alas, you go empty belled and no food inside your pot. What happened to the brain given to think? A great mind vested with power of will But you decided to be a fool of cheeky trill Unquestioning every questionable act of willful flick! For a pot of porridge, thy brain halts and opts to slack Lying low and below under a fake man’s will Thy eyes wind open even without a wink Yet not open enough to see the heart full of deceitful trick. Millions of lion’s heart given to a goat to paint its will? Weep! Cos you have sold your mind Yet, to a set of thoughtless thinkers Into the very hands of the man of endless gimmick Shame! Politics have hauled the brainy brain, And still not enough a hurt Painting a lively skull so brainless Thus! You are so full of total emptiness. Relentlessly you have stopped to think What happens when the might wind comes to a quench And the heavy rain comes to a halt Would your shore filled with fish so countless Deceitful and cunny like serpent of sambissa forest Here with you forever in thick Soon they build a heavy fortress So I beseech you to stop! Make a rethink Then you can see the black mind of the man so mindless, Yet promising to bring your black diamond home