The lust of men is a charming flame
It burns to cinders a drippy tamer
When our affections fly in any direction it craves
It leaves unfixable pieces behind
Those who own the mines gold of life
Hassle for the fritters of the hill
Let man become god
He will still be hungry for fame and power
Of all the weaknesses of man
His inability to be satisfied is a mystery
But those who are strong enough to live for others
Are not always easily forgotten
© Olatuja Oloyede
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