Youth by Jephtah Abu

I will mark my body with worldly inks of sorrow and  misery
as though I cannot love; proof of all that I endure

I  admire you in all your ways
your filthy riches and heavenly women

I want to be like you;
bloodstained and full to the brim.

I have flung my heart away and serve the one below
all I need is one word to end my waiting

Then I can become like you;
soullessly, hideously rich.