A question deep as the mystery of life
Curiously waiting for an answer
Alone like a storm-tossed kite
What's really the end of life
Kill a grain of wheat
Bury it in the ground
Wait as time goes by
It sprouts into a living plant
Snithe out a cassava plant
Bury the wonderful part
Wait for the time to fly
Behold, it becomes a lively plant
Kill a yam tuber
Bury the glorious part
Wait as the time flies
It turns into a lively plant
Oh man, your grim face like a caved mask
You always contend in life
But after striking the leather
What's the wonderful end
Your body become a grain of sand
The coffin become your bed, the grave your house,
Then what's the essence of living a Godless life
Consider your soul, consider the afterlife
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Consider your soul! ! Oh man, your grim face like a caved mask! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.