Dr Joseph Luxum

Hear a thunder hear a roar
There’s a raging going on
Depths of heart one curbs and blocks
At depths of soul one scorns and laughs
Timeless treasure chest, but under a lock

Unaccounted for… unlike the almighty buck

Hear a cry hear a sob
There’s an orphan, all alone
Your daily trash, your overflow
Left by the calloused anger-clenched fists
By souls and hearts that beat amiss

Tears he drinks and sorrows he eats

I spread my arms and call the meek
Perhaps they’ll hear and then retreat
From vein pursuits the new-found belief
The full must get fuller and the poor must get…
Not so, for the one that has now goes amuck

Unaccounted for… unlike the almighty buck


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