Struggle For No Thing Poem by chibuike nwokike

The world is an empty can
kept on no hand
passers by, coming
and going claim to have
I tell them look into the world and see nothing deserving thank

look, your front, filled with blood,
your back, swords
left and right, yet no reward
fighting for much in bundle
they claim, but for nothing

put thy eye on this
burning candle, tis
down thus the great coming is come
for all forms
to be in sorrow or bliss