A Living Dust Poem by Ogunkanbi Benjamin Cazu

Much as i'm frightened to know
that man is but a living dust
And the fact that makes us so
Lead to the grave that held our trust

It may do some good bofore I am dead
To pray heaven grant my infatuation
Than to gasp heavily on my sick bed
Till I'm beaten and cowed into submission

We shall have no more fighting strength left
Oneday we shall have no more enterprise
And all the treasures that we've kept
Can't be made to pay for our price

The things we daily lust after
Oneday we shall have to leave behind
Much as they don't really matter
Only to fate we're made blind

Man is but a handsome clay
Its beauty and face sooner shall fade
In this darkened pit shall be laid
All that of dust were simply made

Man! Like a scene in a play
An act played right is victory
Oneday it shall be blown away
till it becomes nothing but history.