Gold Dust Poem by Uche Nwanze

Nothing is permanent in the firmament
This is the story of the lorry that was in a sorry state
The rejected stone that became the throne
Was trampled now triumphed
The pauper who became the piper
The puppet who became the prophet
They hoist and foist on us
We ain't ready for tomorrow
Let's not starve our today
Our yesterday is still hungry
Their feign smiles masked their drown frown
Can't folly Molly all the time
Your professed love for us a pinch of salt we take
The mighty scarvenge, the lowly scramble craving carcass
The clergy in beautiful elegy they sing
The demagogue noisy dialogue in their synagogues
In their horses they ride with their voice hoarse from hoax
My people just want food in their hood
The mood of my people if only they can buy wood
Yesterday's worthless paper now today's priceless pearls
The same dame who was lame has become fame
When will this rain come my brain has gone drain
Nothing is permanent in this firmament