Dust -2-Dust Poem by Bolami lawal

I marveled at the misery of the dust
The eternal anguish and the aimlessness of man
The covering which shroulded him from his ultimate end;
At the beauties which are all ashes; and
The vanitas frame of all things
From the very start;
He was moulded to be hunted,
Hunted by the forces of his final abode
Six feet uncontested,
Large enough for the selfishness of man; and
Every step; consciously or unconsciously
Takes him to that imminent and inevictable end.

It's worthlessness and
It's transient nature
When compared with the rigour
With which he runs his race
Confirms just a thing
There is a force;
To whom he can't say no!
And blinded by vague vanity
He failed to see as the sand
Quietly slipped through the hole
And as the fallen leaves were replaced by the new ones.
The space which he filled is momentary
He is simply entangled in a needless fury
Until his call, to keep the centre whole
But he must be prepared to surrender all
And reluctantly pay his debt;
For finally; dust shall return to dust!