Is Not In This World Poem by OMOYAJOWO OLAOLUWA

It will be finicky to talk on it
It's case harden to come to conclusion
Where is that rest, as we keep on searching
It is quiet lugubrious for us not to see
Despite hungry search for it
I have seek virtue, despite all vices
Truth is with me, yet I know him not, where it lies
Promoter has I be, even when life demotes
Ipso-facto, there is no rest in globe
Always toiling, toing and froing like a twerp
Yet I have nothing, am I not in 1984
Even though is free, yet where is my liberty
The fingers on wall are inane to me
What a global village in blush
Though I am dexterous on ad persona, but what is lip beeping
In my ante-natal stage I thought life is diamondiferous
But it was a mirage, yet I ask for modicum of your treasures
If you refuse, I know I will surely have one
Pessimistic is out, out of this, for I will have it
Scrupulously listen to me; I will have a scrumptious of your treasure
Though life is gossamer, but you only put me in station
Your power will de-escalate in a minute
For when I dropp the seed I will have the lasting gift
Though I may receive diatribe from you in this world but I know!
For in you there is no rest which I like
When sleeping, sitting, lying, idle or resting as they call it
You will be wrong to say you are doing nothing
For life is an enemy, but yet I have a treasure.
I will grab it when I dropp the life in me…