In The Garden Poem by Solomon Njoku

On dust, thou are form,
But how great, thou are design?
As a garment, thou appeal to me,
Shining like Joseph special robe,
In two colors black and white.
Like Jacob hairy skin, I feel when
touching you.
Yet much important, thou are to us,
By covering our naked soul.

Oh you chameleon, in mockery,
Conjure in many human race,
In conscience we look-alike but
conscious we differ. thee parasite,
Remind, thou are sewn to clothed me,
not to suck blood from my poor veins.
Glowing and flex on my muscles.

I bears all thy pains,
When thou have toss me, with thy
stinking sweats, and accepting all kinds
of diseases.
Which then makes life miserable to us.

So thee flesh, be not proud, that thou have
power none controls me.
Cause ME'NE, ME'NE, when thou will rust,
And form back to an earthly dust.