In The Hell And Heaven

Life is like a river flood, in ways 2 purifies anyone, mud Settles down to the bottom as scum Rises to the top, could Be seen or unseen are ABC passions And XYZ emotions in All activities normally with men and women without sin! Pathos! Seventy times seven, thought is hell & heaven, winging in The sky of webbing speculations with Dickensian imaginations - Floating high and falling low on a dandle board dillydallied Rats Few namely commercial classes & weather-beaten Masses! Abnormally fierce plague took the form of Politicos, fat cats And govt jobbers living luxuriously with tick talks of luc bat Rhymes befool and rob the common folk While their thin Mates die in deplorable poverty – love or hate, joy or Sorrow, fear or faith, you and I form part of this Baleful tale of truth with our hearts away, we Are out of tune, we inhumanly Humans, bathos!