TRADITION

It's tradition to
Bless in God's name
Believe in God's words
Have faith in His son,

But, foolish to;
Use promises to lay foundations,
And faith to erect highways of hopes
That'll lead straight to Canaan land,

When;
The spirit of labor in you, like a desert
A dry land
Then, Waiting on quails for dessert
Is a smoothly kneaded sin.

Making laziness your niches
Without flinch,
An act the creator decries

How come you didn't realize that;
You've been ousted from the fold
A mile to milk and honey
Oh! What a japery anointed.

I will spur the soul
To rain an altercation
On the deserted mind
Then shut out the noise

Masticate laziness
And cling to labor's wings
To fly then, to the promised land
Whether hungry nor filled
Wail and be prayer-filled

For the creators emoluments
Awaits one that labored
And your keenness with ease
All and more in peace.

During your Glory days
Make non prisoners
Treat non bestially
For you are not blessed in the alley.

For it is tradition to
Receive and show appreciation
Have more and give more
Then, there more shall be added.