I bid not a plethora of gold
Or silver for thy love,

Not a giant graceful palace
Or beauteous robes
Equal bid i for thy love,

All I bid is my heart soaked
With the juice of love.

Not the vast beauty,
Thy lovely petals hold
Grew my crowdy love for thee
For even if monster thou were
Like unwholesome caliban
Same pollens of love
I would have filled thee to the brim

I love not thy beauty
For not forever I may have it,

Truly,my love sprang,
Before thy beauty I saw
And lives it
when thy beauty is gone

Beauty is just a lender of love!

Let be my country.
Pleas',****** it not

Take me to the calvary
And let its death,I bear

Take me,take me,take me!
Not my country I can let die
For it,I soo much love.

When mum died,
The public litter bins became   the mangers that sheltered my dinner.
When mum died,
I became a wardrobe of reekish rags,a popular carteen for flies When mum died,
The streets became my nest and the noisy mosquitoes my bedsharers
When mum died,
The dark clouds roofed me in rainy days and nights
When mum died,
The wet winds give me warmth on cold days and nights
And the sun pelted on me ice on warm days and nights
When mums died,
I became a family farm ox instead of the lawyer I dreamt of
When mum died,
I knew i lost my goddess on earth.

Before thy made a single walk off my sorrowful presence
I missed thee a billion times!
I knew not when my hand held firm thine hand that was a thousand mile off mine
But I knew the huge power of true love made me seek thee in that stormlike gallops!
Truly,true love made me an iron trap that can't never let thou go!

Who shall power we give?
No,comrades!
lie,corruption,greedy or selfish
Let they not have it!
Unpatriotic,Lazy,oppression or cruelty
Give it not to they!
On the palms of wisdom,honest,humility,patriotic and hardwork
You must let power lie
Yes,give it to good,merciful and tolerance!

They that ******,rebuke the devil
They that rob or plunder,rebuke the devil
They that ****,rebuke the devil
They that fornicate,rebuke the devil
They that exploit,rebuke the devil
They that work prostitution,rebuke the devil
They that lie and gossip,rebuke the devil

Oh when will yourself you blame for your own wrongs?
Not the swarm of blames you  give the devil baptise your evils with the liquid of virtue
Remember when the devil makes you practice vice,his work is done
but is your work done when you do not virtue?
So equal yourself you scold for not dwelling in virtue
And tell me if when come the doomsday,the devil you will scold to escape the swallow of hell.