Wisdom Like a Fool
Oh, light a candle
For there is no money in piety
Be wise old man
For your children will suffer your philanthropy
Open those white and milky eyes
The world has no compassion for poverty
Hunger will wither their strength
What will they do with their lifeless bodies
Be wise old man
Will you let them beg
Till their tongues are weary with exhaustion
And citizens grow weary of their presence
Their souls are fat too violet
For such a fate
Be wise old man
They are undeserving
The streets are far too ghetto
For such pure innocence
You have lived many years
But they have left you none the wiser
Such a pity, old man
Such a shame
Be wise old man
God has reach
But so does the devil
Fear reflects in their eyes
It pleads from the depth of their souls
Money is paper
So you say
Indulgence is evil
S you also say
But what good is honor of piety
When you have no strength left to receive it
Be wise old man
For there is no money in piety
Copyright © Nasilele Mubyana | Year Posted 2008
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