Remember Your Six Feet Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

When you walk gallantly like the Elephant
And make gold and silver the clothes you wear
to be seen by all men whose life are worthless to
You, remember the six feet waiting for you!


When all men are nothing to you but mere
Grasses you can easily trample upon and make
Them weep uncontrollably in the name of a master
Remember, there is a place called six feet for you!


All men are equal in death if no place else,
The shiny of the sun and the stars in the night
Are not weakness of the earth to its inhabitant,
Remember, everyone has a six feet to be dug!


When you acquired all the houses in the world;
One at Ilesha, two at Ikoyi and three at Onitsha,
And you sleep in all one night after the other
Greedily, remember there is six feet waiting!


When you made the sun to shine on only you,
And the rain flow only in your well selfishly
While the poor beings are kicked here and there
Remember, there is a place called six feet!


Yesterday you took all the wines into your stomach,
Today, you have taken all the food made for the crowd as if you were the only existing human here,
Remember, those things are going into six feet soon!


I have seen you thrust that man away without
Helping him and you said he is your brother,
What you have, you don't want to part away or spare,
Remember, those are not going with you in six feet!


I have gone round and have seen the evil common to all Men of all age, they acquire all and never enjoy it.
Their days are numbered and none knows the number of days he is to leave here on this earthless earth.


Remember there is six feet waiting for you,
Remember, a six feet shall be dung someday,
Remember that six feet whatever you do;
Remember where you are going; six feet!
Every man is equal in death if not in life.



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016