Like A Dot On The Spectrum Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Like a dot on the spectrum of time
We are here today, gone tomorrow
Yet we spend much time singing
Song, the origin, we know not
Letting ourselves be blown like butterfly
Living out messed wedding of time
Of convenience that will see us mark
Our time in the wedlock, matching aimlessly
Like the marauders, plundering future wealth
Sowing nothing: waking to work at dark hours
When we should be craving for the sun and
Bearing names our forefathers named us