VOLPONE AND I

VOLPONE AND I
Volpone, l am surprised how man can be
so deceitful and can live his inner glee!
Man is always scared of life and what it hides,
finding shelter through his love and through good deeds.

I look up towards the Lord and pray for health.
Volpone looks for the foe and seeks his wealth.
Is his heart made of hard flint and mine of straw?
Just a little puff of wind can my heart blow.

He and all his friends can do what they would like,
hoarding money in all ways to pile a stock.
While l seek a conscience free from vicious blame,
they lead wildest life while mine is fully tame.

Hatred is the common thing that joins them all
and leads them to gather in the prison hall.
Slumber directs my head to a pillow clear
from remorse to sleep quiet nights free from all care.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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