LOVE OR MADNESS

For her he made a raiment of gold
But walks the street on fading rags

He built her a mansion of diamond
But pillows his head on ghetto's stench

He gave her an orchard of wine
But hungers around a dirty brook

All his life he slaves for her
But turns his back on others who really cares

I've heard and seen these things
May be it is love
May be it is madness
I cannot even tell

© Olatuja Oloyede

*(if you know, tell me)*