What do we do with borrowed moments posing as eternity?
by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI
What do we do with the rain of plenty that form no river of kindness?
We wine and dine in beauteous rooms
Drums of merriment sing no lesser noise
Coins converse in already bulky pockets
And the fellow in need tells no newer tale
While we wear purple ropes and drink and merry
Heaven stare in utter disgust
The stench that oozes from unkind purses