Come, I say to you come
Let me show you a location
Which hoards money
Sowers sow, different harvesters reap



A small room exist
Along your street
Old and young, stroll into it
There money sits, waiting for who to take it



In they go, with their pockets full
Foolishly they will say
I will win this day, like they say every other day
Wishing to get more, they empty all
And come back broken



Foolishly they say to themselves
Why did I do this after losing all
Still they show another day with another intent
Hoping to get all back



Wins the loss of others
An incessant cycle
With defiant hopes
In the end we ask, who truly wins?

Adebayo Daniel Damilola