The Root Of Human Misery Poem by Emmanuel Aneto

Oh! our life is flipped like a boring page
Bearing a bulk of blunders and flooded flaws
So alien to this great but delicate age
That clothed atrocity with sexy pretty colours

Oh! life How so wicked you are
We treated you like a trusted friend
So why? why? did u have us live thus far
While gaping like apes at our miserable end

At our cradle we had an amorous union
yes we yelled but not out cowardice
why has thou befallen us without our opinion
now as the body fells so our health dies

I may be breathing but surely am dead
moving from the oracle to the tabernacle
while you poisoned my tea and burnt my bread
now my health falls as from a pinnacle

the other day I got your mind from your emissaries
Your unbridled hostility and insensitivity
Even your professional missionaries
You loath with profound infirmity

Oh! the root of human misery is life
ill health death old age are her branches
bearing fruits of strife in rife
and bagining them on man in bunches