Mother Earth Owes Man A Tomb Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

The Earth our hollow host
There's nothing to bank and boast
The Earth our hovering home
We are the apparitions, her ghost
The dust of her dust
The mortal being to her tomb
Companion to her grave
Sojourner of her aid
We are the Earth bearers
The terminal roots
And still births
The first fruits
Born out of her womb
The lunatics and her fluid
We are the miners of her crude
The children of old
Her flesh and blood
We are the Earth rebels
Her friends and foes
Eyes of her god's
The harvest of her heart
We are her breeds and bonds
Her pride and pain
We are the earth and her fullness thereof
Her laps we dig, plough to survive
Split and buried the remaining of us
Together we are killed by the sound of her bomb
In grave our body swollen and dumped
Indeed mother Earth owes man a tomb
Our leftovers she has to comb
There in the country cemeteries
Innocent souls assembly for a glorious monument
Before led to a funeral of rest
These are the heroes of our home
Here we were told is our tomb
A land our body is dumped like a waste
In dust at last we will be laid
This is the nature of man
And the least we can expect of Earth
From Eden to Mosaic
To mortal clergy and imam
Time early men were formed and fixed
Oh yea mortal on a Morris dance!
Coated in Morocco meridian
With a growing militia waiting for mass destruction
Mother Earth owe you a tomb!
The mendicants
Street loafers
The medics
And the philosophers
The athletes
Atheist
Mayor and mayoress
The chibok kingpins
The mindless minder on melee
The medievals
And Legion of us
Men left left-handed on cage
Leapfrog by our overtaker
The Man that maul man like a miscreant
And made life merchantable
This is Earth our host
There's nothing to bank and boast
This is earth our hovering home
We are her apparitions, her ghost
Mother Earth owes us a tomb
In the presence of this grave we were told.