Life Now And After Poem by kelvin nwanji

Life is a mirage
A holocaust of opportunities and choices
What could have been,
Buried beyond six feet of what is
Today, evaporating sporadically into tomorrow
As disintegrating continuance casts end's shadow
Memory of being you or anyone will fade now or later.
Better be you.

Man is an open container, life is gaseous
Living is dying and time is treacherous
The untold story of pissants,
And the coward, basking in the glory of a true hero's death
The rotten wealth of merchants without errs
And the many errs of a living servant
The betrayed ruler whose blood spilled on the commoners court
The disloyal steward finding pleasure in his master's bed
They are them, better be you

The saint, the sinner
The opulent, the deprived
The fetus, the stricken in age,
In the eyes of the killer of pleasure and pain
That, that sucks the gas away
Feeding on the container till it's nothing but dust
We are equal at no cost
Let me be me, better be you