STOP WHINING!

Why do you weep? Why do you whine?
Your tears will make your state decline.
You give a chance to those around
To show false care, but their boast hide.

Man proves that he is weak and cruel.
He lives to master and to rule.
When you cry, he feels pleased and gloats
But does not show you his true thoughts.

Don't show him weakness; he will use
When needed just you to abuse.
He will stare in your eyes and say,
"Don't you recall that stupid day?"

Show man your power not your fear.
Your fear is clear, won't disappear.
Your power stops him to provoke,
To destroy you with your bright work.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE TRIP OF LIFE

The normal man will have a wife;
Time takes them in the trip of life.
They get inside the car of time
That hurls them to that unknown clime.

They sit quite thoughtless in the car.
Their first main station is not far;
There they meet their so dear first born,
And their car journey will go on.

To their great joy, the child grows fast,
Though that in old age fhem will cast.
The children play their parents' role
While their cars' wheels do keep their roll.

They get old and grandparents called
And their effective role gets stalled.
They wait for what God only knows
While their jobs get to snooze and doze.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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DEATH AND ETERNITY

The heart that God resides
Will live eternal life.
That man to heaven glides
To be of endless stuff.

But that who gets his joy
From what his flesh can give,
Will face a sly decoy
As flesh can't for long live.

Where is your might poor flesh
If you cannot resist
Cruel death and its strong mesh
That you can't flee its fist?

Supposed to trample death,
And live eternal life,
You should control your filth
That renders you its serf.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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THE STORY OF MAN

What can man be?
He is an image that eyes see
Trudging on earth
After a cry that starts with birth
To reappear from time to time
And ends with that loud chime
When he departs to land so far,
So close to furthest star.

That's not the end.
He leaves on earth what can extend
For quite some time, on certain space.
He leaves a trace,
That Christ will see
Through eyes of people, you and me,
And gives that man a timeless lodge
That suits what he could drudge.
No one can erase what he draws;
He will submit to certain laws
That suit what he endows.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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MEN AND BOOKS

He was my dearest friend.
He went to such a land
Where transport could not wend,
Yet he remained in mind.

He came in dream to me
And asked me what l did.
He wanted just to see
What ways l loved to tread.

I got up and went straight
To see the books he'd used.
I saw books of his date,
By which he was amused.

Those dear reminders stayed
While he had left my eyes.
They got aged and quite greyed,
But did not taste demise.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH

DON'T LEAVE ME.

Father dear, don't leave me;
My frail work's not enough.
Without you, l can't be
Happy in this hard life.

Without your strongest pull,
I can't stand on my feet.
I see life hard and cruel,
And ends with full defeat.

Like a child, my sole toy
Is held in your strong hand.
Life makes me weak and coy;
Have some ruth on Your child.

Please my Lord, don't leave me;
I don't know what to do.
I implore just to see
From your hand a small clue.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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LOVE, THE ONLY CURE

We are on earth subject to cruelest harm
And live among the teeth of luck and health.
We work so hard in mines and on a farm
To supply honest living and small wealth.

Tell me about a man without much care,
Or lives with smiles on face coming from heart.
Who does not say if he were strong or fair
Or had a greater wealth that brings delight?

We work like slaves between the huge mill stones,
And seek a narrow path to shun blind death.
All work is done but none the flesh atones
As nothing can cure from fast time and death.

From work to toil, from age to death we move,
Aspiring to what worried hearts will soothe.
Nothing can save but deepest care and love,
That all life's gloom a merry dress can clothe.

BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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