Have you ever wished for those good old days when honesty paid and hard work brought wealth and riches? Yes! I Wish

Away With Virtues and Vice

Flabbergasted, i have seen you carry on,
with patience and poverty hounding your
every step.
You speak of wants and lack,
as kings do Gold and Silver.

Impressed, You hold your head above water,
You drown without a scream for savage,
those echoes you make
exists but in you head.

You talk of dignity and honour,
Like a plaque it adorns your
Hungry face,
The contrast, even a clown would humour.

Days when honour
was worth more than a gold coin.
Years when a hard day's labour fed families.
Times when Honesty wasn't a dying word.
I wish those days back,
not for my crooked self,
But for you, the starving Saint.

Written by Onyeoziri Favour
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