Enemies Within

Propped against the wings of gaiety,
I came riding on the wings of prosperity.
I realized that hatred is scriptural,
A loaded cart of irrationals;

Open the heart of men,
What can you find but fear?
Muffled and ruffled by impending omen,
What else but hot rain of tears? :

Many enemies within,
So sad and thin.
Lovers of poverty and nakedness,
Haters of prosperity and meekness -

Avoid me,
Avoid me.