What Is Life? Poem by Arabambi Obaloluwa

What is life?
If A won't end at Z
What will be of a day?
If it won't be succeeded
By dusk
Young shall grow
It is said
But how great is a nation?
Which toils with
Her youth's future
Bargaining them(youth)
For favour
To be called professor
Dyed the young grey
Babies pounded pestles
To breastfeed greed
What is life?
Streets left dead
To seal selfish needs
Lions cries of famine
But bones won't cease to pile
The streets filled
With weaklings and hungry
The wise left mumbling
On the contrary
Fools belching of satisfaction
Puffing currencies
Like automated teller machines
What is life?
If the young
Won't bury the aged
Do you know?