With a hammer in the hand they say
Every thing else seems like a nail
With an oft-loaded heart of laden
everything else seems like a burden
Man experiences minute sorrow and wails
Despite the comfort in which he used to sail
Man looses a friend and heavily mourns
He forgets that life in the world’s just a sojourn
He suffers a loss and bitterly complains
Yet he used to make profits, clear ń plain
When he’s nude he seeks for good clothes
When he gets, he’s proud, then bloats
He dashes toes and calls it a bad omen
Paranoid child! That’s his cognomen
Man looses weight admitting he is sick
When he’s robust, yet, medication seeks
Earthling eats bread and still brood
Though, meat had been his constant food
When he’s ill, he asks for God’s mercy
Then he’s well and ignores that God sees
When he’s rich he says “God’s with me”
When he’s broke he cries “God’s left me”
When will man be ever said to have learnt?
That not all with ease for him is meant?
He’s failed to know that every happening,
Is predestined in every one’s destiny
Man to his Lord, is most ungrateful!
And to Him, arrogance is most hateful!
Man carries what’s most heavy of weight
That God, did not upon his head, create
He lives in a world so wide of ways
But constricts himself in it like it’s a drey
O son of Adam, “nosce te ipsum”
Lest you pay by God’s wrath lumpsum
These are written lines to you from AnDré
Wishing for you man ahead, merry days.
Nathan Alexandre Owolabi.