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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.

Mwange

Mwange sits, a king in his own mind,
A fat wallet whispers, respect you'll find.
His voice booms out, pronouncements bold,
But listen they wouldn't, if pockets grew cold.

"Money talks," he declares with a smirk,
"The world turns its ear when your pockets don't shirk."
He clinks his coins, a symphony grand,
But the clinking of truth escapes his command.

For genuine worth, by riches unbought,
Is a treasure in deeds, a lesson well taught.
Kindness and wisdom, a spirit alight,
These garner respect, a far truer might.

So Mwange may boast, with his fortune so near,
But genuine connection, he'll hold ever dear.
For wealth whispers empty, a hollow refrain,
True value resides, in the heart, not the gain. 

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