The Lusts For 'Earthly-Wealth' Here On Mother's Earth! Poem by Rev. Surujlall Motilall

My father, my father, please don't cross on my earthly grave,
your daughter, had murdered me for a piece of a golden shave.
A golden neck-lace, of my late mother, who wore such to dress,
from her neck down to her breast, onto her stomach-plate-chess.

My mother, my mother, please don't walk on my dried bones,
your daughter had slaughtered me for your golden throne.
Your golden throne to me, which I have beneficially inherit,
from you and my father, whom I have served as a son with merit.

My sisters, my sisters, please don't step on my splashed blood,
your sister 'seeta' had butchered me and drank my fresh blood.
My hot blood, which had worked and earned for her livelihood,
with sovereignty to benefit and inherit from our parenthood.

My brothers, my brothers, please don't lay on my graven-stone,
your sister 'Lilawattee' broke my bones for a precious stone.
She have drank my warmed blood and dinned on my bodily flesh,
as I have toiled for her happiness and save her from distress.

My children, my children, please don't stand on my resting place,
my so-called sister, has killed me for a piece of golden necklace.
Since my death, She became a menace to society and a disgrace,
as she had displayed much 'out-casts' to this our human's race.

My friends, my friends, please don't break my Soul resting tomb,
my so-called sister have buried me here out of my mother's womb.
She pursued me, with lust and greed, to heed what's not of hers,
with greed and jealousy, she was claiming my inherited treasures.

My world, my world, as I have departed this world from thee,
bless me with solace to see my Almighty in His Kingdom to be.
My so-called sister, 'seeta' cool-blooded murdered me to see,
for a piece of gold, which I was blessed by my loving mommy.

Into thy hands, 'Oh my loving God', I surrenderd to thee my soul,
for thee to safely keep, until your rapture, as it is so untold.
I have destiny my tasks in thy norms, in this un-Godly world,
leaving those with unsounded minds that blemished in sins unfold.

I was not the only one, who was preyed upon gravely to robb,
She had travelled to some distant lands, well armed as a mob.
A land like Guyana and Trinidad, well prepared to rob the dead,
when she and another devil, were sorting out gold on a their bed.

From New road vreed-en-hoop, to Essequibo Coast in Guyana,
she was trailing innocent gold-miners, to robb them as gangsta.
Her sisters and brothers-in-law, were all victims just as of me,
whom she had cheated and robbed, of their wealth shamely to be.

For three long years, I took full care of her as a loving brother,
unknowingly that today, her appresence to me is a great disaster.
But that's all in this life, unknowingly who can be a dear sister,
to trust and to love as a united family, standing for one another.

Because of my sweated-toil, beneficial earnings, I was murdered,
by this so-called sister, whom as from now much to be remembered.
It is not a fairy-tale prosing, it is a reality for me to sell,
fruits of fear, which I cannot bear to tell the horror in hell.

'What shall profit a man, if he shall gained this whole world and loseth his own soul to God. Oh! man, store up not your treasures here on earth, for where ever your treasures are, there your heart will be also'.

To be continued