War Of The Duo-Body Vs Spirit. Poem by Desmond Okon

So fused in us,
Body and spirit a set.
So elegant and gracious is body formed. And blood and bones,
And organs and nerves, yet weak like its nature-dust!
Trapped in it, the spirit is,
Yet in it, he lives.
With needs so scrambled and precluded to lie in death's comfort by body's tyranny.
He's endroned and weakened to jelly,
Prone to spears, spines and spikes.
Staked to the wall by hunters' folly,
Yet enduring is his unwavering plight.
Adorned with the hue of grace, charm, glamour- the bodies' might,
The world kisses its perfumed flesh with warped gaiety of men.
Sons and daughters borrow an ostrich feet to its fine realm;
Hemmed in oblivion is the spirit to sulk in its presence.
Rejection!
Spirit's comfort. Seeking for the transformation of his courier's mind for companion,
Vain! The world's pest infests in its heart,
clogging,
fogging,
misting,
Clouding,
The bodies' mind.
To reason has it backed, tinting its flaws,
The spirit heaves a silent roar.
Disapproving its desires, the body is crimson hurt,
Obliging the body-hanker, power leached the spirit lives.
Fused in us,
The body and spirit a set.
Their diverse minds create in us,
An eternal conflict, conflagration.
It is the war of duo.
Body and spirit!