Life Bemoan Poem by Folayemi Akande

Earth's moan rises on steady groan

No life is meant but left for rent

Death is own, when life has grown

Our fate is bent when angels're sent.

Life's sweet scent is in him absent

For his press is entwined as tress

A breath is lent, not to be dente'

He that hopes less, lives life's full guess.

Hell is mess as table of chess

No life be vain or death retain

Doth Lord profess in His goodness

He not be bain, lest live in vein.

None is lore, married to such law

Grace will pore as blissful sea shore.