The Power Of Man. Poem by Tony Adah

Of all the great mansions
Man builds
There's none as tranquil
As the silent grave
Here taunting falls on
The deaf ears of the dead
Sweet things no longer linger
In the taste buds of man.

All the beauty of the world
Lost in the eyes blinded by dead
All the embroidery and gems
Adorn on the dead
Soon comes to naught
The elements below
Devour their thing with the power
Man exuded on the surface of the earth

Now man is gone
With the rain death
Has caused to fall
And its flood eroding
The enormous power of man
Here under the same earth
Still and low and silent
Man is unable again to howl
At the very world he before dominated.