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.
Enemies Within
Emmanuel Shadrach
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 01/04/2021
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Poem topics: fear, heart, poverty, rain, sad, open, I love you, I miss you, avoid, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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