Market Poem by udoh etido

We go to buy;
we go to die;
It is all futile;
we refuse to be sterile.

The music will sound;
the note will not be found;
Let us prepare;
let us revere.

Respect is necessary;
respect the adversary;
We go to buy;
we go to die.

She is my all;
see it grow tall;
Life is sweet;
i jolly in her suite;
We go to buy;
we go to die.

We but sand;
the pious books make us understand;
I am entitled to myself;
for death is oneself;
We go to buy;
we go to die.

I plead to rise;
Who knows my might?