Perishable
When the sunset of our life comes
And the earth swallows us all
Termites will consume the head
And maggots, the liver
The buttocks woman adorn with beads
Will become food for the mother earth
What value does a man have?
When tomorrow he will be no more
A sorcerer I would have honored
If only he would become immortal
The life that men live is perishable
Alas! Why do we have to die!!!
Copyright © David Adeyemo | Year Posted 2021
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