Taking Of Alms Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Help help with some in your hands.
The wailing of the man seated at the beautiful gate.
Not the strength of Batholomew for the sight
restored.
Making ends meat from the drops on the road.
Fully handed with mighty foot neither does he visits
kara for pay.
Yet puts on the ornament of disguise to receive our
course,
That was instructed by prophet, imam or olopon Ifa
for pleasant sacrifice for the gods.
What a drop of twenty naira and a pinch of salt that
makes an everlasting difference.
The difference that gives joy to the giver and a glory
lost to the receiver.
Some that was laid within my hands that makes me
industrious in the dreams than in life.
Which has made unborn generation live in penury.
I will visit the sin of the fathers on the children even
to the fourth generation of them that hates me.
Think you now your actions less your son's glory is
sold to the rich for your laziness.
He said to him, would you want to be made whole
knowing that you're the potter of your destiny.