I’m sad for people
pinning for temporal glory,
their only passion,
that in some fable
they will be remembered for ever.
Power and glory
are in fact
very much like wine-
we drink and drink
and yet are thirsty all the time.
We’ll be immortal
not by
caste, class or birth;
my this, my that-
what nonsense-
will not immortalise me.
Let every
race
colour
be invited
to share life’s
lyrics joys,
live united
as brothers and
cultured persons.