We Own Naught Poem by chinwe omah
We Own Naught
The life you live off,
It's not you that own,
But you brag,
Like it's yours to hold.
The air you breathe,
Its not you that have.
Your folks you hate,
Like it's you that gave.
The wealth you pride,
It's not you that create.
Humbled by the jaws of death,
You beg for health.
The apparels you adorn,
It's you that bought,
when the body worn
Your apparels turns rust.
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8/28/2026 12:29:27 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
The apparels you adorn, It's you that bought, when the body worn Your apparels turns rust. nothing is ours. but we take pride in all the trivialities of the world. a very revealing spiritual poem. tony