Peace and Unity is a dream that hasn’t come through yet,
Pick up the stone and throw, if truly you love your neighbors as yourself
Middle fingers to ourselves if the good deeds we’ve done is for the optics
Beat your chest if indeed your outing on Sundays is to serve God and not to oppress.
Jumat service you hold so much dear to your heart,
Is it because you want to pray or you want to show the handiwork of your fashion designer?
Kudos to you Mr. Billionaire, hopefully your family members and your street are not suffering?
As we all know; a poor man is a poor man
But ask yourself if you are poor because you are poor, or because you are lazy?
(Don’t mind him he’s a ritualist)
This has become the anthem of all poor men when they sees a rich man
(He is too stingy and too pompous)
Obviously this is your praise and worship every minutes as a poor man
(Nah only him waka come?)
This is your topic with your family of gossipers
My country people never ceased to amaze me.
And the question still lingers on;
Are we better than those we judge?
NOBLE-PEN Writes ✍️✍️✍️