The Abode Of The Dead Poem by Levi Oguike

Those Whose Abode:  
the cemetery now lie
Some were the mighty men
Of valour and means
Commanding armies
And troops, dishing out
Orders and commands 
Some great merchants
Of course, not of Venice
But indeed great men

Some saw themselves
As indispensable
In the system, of course
That's false 
Friends of those in power
Even power brokers
You name it,
There is hardly any area
People of means didn't bestrode 
That how transient positions attend,
Consider, those whose abode
Now in the cemetery 
That's how brief life can be

Being in power can pleasurable, be. 
No doubt, but,
Here today, gone tomorrow 
Yet, people has refused
To learn from history 
Some behaving as if death
Has no dominion over them
The endorsement of heaven
Does not, death preclude either,
A man's tenure on planet earth 
Is fore determined, only 
King Hezekiah got an extension
Of time added to his life
In the colony of time.
Simplicity and humility
Rest of mind assured.

All the same, envy not the rich
For you could be, next in line
To that class  berth
It is the gift from above
Let not your mind be troubled
Though the wicked may nothing lack
Loose not your head,
Know thee, that the wealth of the wicked
Is a reproach,  before the Almighty
Strive to content be, with your means
Or station in life, the Lord is well aware
For His sovereignty is absolute,
Yet, full of compassion
And needs no help to any condition
Alter, for His Glory.
Simply keep your peace.