john chizoba vincent
Beauty In Ashes - Poem by john chizoba vincent
BEAUTY IN ASHES
Do we have sweetness in bitterness?
Hold my falling words and get abundant life
For the life we now live is vanity upon vanity.
Man is born and tomorrow he becomes a dust
Like the rat and grasses of the field perish.
Then I ask myself, what is the difference
Between a man and a rat when they end up
The same place through the same way?
Why then do we kill each other and boost of tomorrow when we know not what tomorrow bringforth?
We are all animals, no different except wisdom,
We are not different from the cow in the field,
We are not different from the chickens
Even if we acquired all the entire wealth
In the whole world, another comes to inherit it.
He who does not know how we acquired the wealth,
He may be wise or foolish but our wealth goes to him
After we are gone in vanity: beauty in ashes.
The kingdom of this world has becomes the kingdom
Of satan, why then do we kill all our brothers in envy and bitterness breaking the bond and love of brotherhood?
Get wisdom man for we are not forever,
The maker made man beautiful but he dies like a fowl, what beauty and dominion is this that man
Is beautiful and has authority but control not his life?
The wind is greater than man for they are here forever, the sun, the moon remain for generations;
The trees, though cut, shall rise again beautifully:
But man is nothing but dust, man perishes
And never know what happens after him.
Man is but an animal in the zoo of life.
Buy the truth and seel it not,
Nothing is new under the sun
Man come, man talks, man conquer, man perish.
So take life so simple with your purpose
No matter what you do, the world remains
Forever and ever with different generations.
Man can never comprehend the creator's handiwork,
The animal called man is brave but his maker is bravest.
I have searched and watched the whole world and realised that there is nothing under the sun
We are all travelling animals with a definite purpose.
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