BIO RHYTHMMAA #CollaboPoetryProject
…By Poetic Tee “Here, take a sip” & Sotunbo O. MK
A race filled with strife
For vain glory and praises
While relegating another’s dignity
Winners emerging, losers weeping
Trampled under rejoicing haters feet.
Life’s nothing, but a dream
Flowing before me, like a stream
Many find reasons in it to scream
If only they can savor sour ice cream
They’ll realize it ain’t worth the strife.
It’s just hallucination
Everything we see, imagination
Yet man unable to know, it’s illusion
The strife, glory, accolades, the passion
Would ebb away as it does, day by day.
We come with nothing, seeking everything
Calling it survival, yet no one survives strife
For vain things, we compromise humanity
Refusing to give, to receive or even forgive
Where art thou, O humane in man? Manifest!
So brief, one more second just left
Another just got spent, what mindless strife
For power, for praises, for what, everything?
Deceitful, it has left them nothing to bequeath
Except pure vanities, for pampered off-springs.
Ushered into it, innocent
Stark naked, yet decent
Soon one gains insight, present
None travels it, ever gets content
So why does man quest accents that decent?
Nearly no man is free
Ages have gone, but no true glee
This race, in every place, in every phase
A frowned face, a soul in utter disgrace
Realizes not, gold can’t grace all in the race.
Fit into one day, a 24 hour’
Strifeful times, less sweet, mo’ sour
Lessons often taught, nobody heeds
To rise, many, other hopes they bleed
Discover too late, peak alone, is lonelier.
Man isn’t assured of the morrow
Yet, he runs the race even in sorrow
Perhaps, it’s what keeps life’s fuel aflow
Even though it’s always nothing to show
Generation to generation, in a continuous flow.
It amuses how we take for granted
Cherishables, yet treasure perishables
Man picks his peaks as we speak or squeak
Like rats caught, stained red of guilt or fronds
Shaming a name for fame, worthy of all blame.
(c)2016 Tijjani M.M./SotunbO MK
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