Man Today, Dust Tomorrow Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

MAN TODAY, DUST TOMORROW

Man is no diviner nor a god,
Why cast your burden on man?
Man today, dust tomorrow
Why trust in his abilities?

The earth belongs to no man,
Evil created by men are inrepairable
In the tattered book of life treasure,
Why depend in the treasure of this world?

We are here today: a journey,
A misery, owing a debt; passing through pains
Yet, we die without fulfilment,
Man today, dust tomorrow.

Won't we be permitted to number our days?
Can't we know when the killjoy comes?
Man is nothing but a vain thing,
Man is no saviour nor a god.


Man is worthless, oh man is worthless,
Mirror my echoing words of truth,
The world has no meaning, the earth is meaningless!
Man today, dust tomorrow, what is the value of life?
No lasting merriment, no joy and peace, all is lost!


Trust only the man above,
But not with a whole man value
Because man in nature is evil,
trust only the man above with your spirit.

Man is no diviner nor a god,
Why cast your burden on him?
Man today, dust tomorrow
Why trust in his abilities?

(C) John chizoba vincent
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