Wherever the Cross
Wherever borne is The cross,
Christ is The Sure Boss:
His Kingdom, a good distance from loss,
Your guaranteed profit in gross;
Your dully painted walls, Brilliant Gloss,
Every rolling stone clothed in Moss…
No room for the coins gamblers toss
And a dying interest in somebody else’s Ross.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2021
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