Malady Poem by Chris Jibero

Providence rouses man
From his lair
Each blessed morning
A breadth short of his divine originality
Cool, calm and comely
But as the glow in the smile of the sun
Intensifies with every passing second
Its shimmering rays
Whip up hustle and bustle
In mundane quest
For honour and glory
Erroneously believed
To have been stashed
In the vault
Of envy, struggle, competition and lie
Defining many a man's life
Who go stepping on toes
Big and small
Thinking that every end
Justifies its means
Cos the virus of folly
The endemic malady
Of excessive craving for success
Destroys every reasoning
About the day of reckoning.