Poor Oh Man! Poem by Barima Basoah

Elephants graze on grass,
in a fight between elephants,
it is the grass that suffers.

The gods work through men,
in a battle between gods,
it is man that suffers.

God wants to fill heaven with men,
hell is not satisfied with full of men,
man is like a trophy between God and Satan.

An earthly clay of honor you are a useful vessel,
an agent of doom you are a vulnerable vessel,
man, the dearest but pithiest of all creation.


From the collection: MAN, KNOW THYSELF!
An Ecclesiastical collection of Man's Life on Earth