Prosperity …..!
What Price Did I Pay?
His world and one I ingratiate to be part Close to each other and yet far apart.
He looked in from the outside
I looked out from the inside.
Our eyes met
For a brief moment.
He was doing a mule’s work
And I hobnobbing
with my right arm
Holding in mid-air a fork.
For all to see the man needs no added burden
He ought to have been pardoned,
And looked after with a pension
To cover his daily errands.
He was too old tending a garden
In a house owned by an office baron.
No saving, no pension or family stupor as a cushion,
If he did not work, what next?
For food, it is all right,
The street garbage bins,
he could forage
But to put a roof over his head
He wouldn’t be able to pay the rack-rent.
And what was I thinking –
Seated amidst all
For a Sunday noon lunch,
Behind the porch,
When, hands on knee,
The dividing glass wall he approached?
Probably the same question,
That was in his mind.
“What price did I pay,
How much of my pride did I give in,
To break off the chains,
And secure material gains,
Leaving behind the likes of him,
Toiling In the world of misery and pain?
Perhaps Prosperity gospel cantata chorus
May have an answer to redress;
“Rip off thy neighbour,
Bless thy be quick richer!”
The sort of a journey i now endeavour
Hope the God of Wealth acquiesce
My request with bless.
Prosperity:
Has breached the scared delineated fence;
It is no more an spiritual gospel,
But a cut and thrust claptrap political party
For the get-rich quick aristocrats.
By Ambelay