Written piece
Change of Golds.
Sylvester Van-Johnson
Ghana
About this piece
A poem on corruption that "wakes up every morning with new and sharpened claws", and on a wisdom whose light creeps into the dungeons where souls sit locked by the illusions of the world. It sets those who eat and forget, casting their sorrows onto others, against the deserted soul kept safe to see a new shore.
It shouldn't have been
But here retires our corruption,
and wakes up every morning,
with new and sharpened claws.
Oh wisdom
How dear for the soul unfinished with his tasks
Your lights creep into the crevices of the dungeons they're locked in by the illusions of this world.
To deliver your best wares, those roses and golden candles, their competitors despised.
Some will eat and forget,
and cast their sorrows upon others.
not half the price,
whereas the deeper lights shine,
for the deserted soul, long gone in his misery,
kept safe to see a new shore.
Because the vain toil left nothing on
those marble slates, those heavenly halls where their spirits be!