Farewell To Man. Poem by Tony Adah

When the time comes
Man's cul-de-sac will come right
To his doorsteps
The king's sceptre and crown will crumble
And the warrior's armour
Of steel made will bow.

He will succumb and lie untroubled
His vainglory will end
Melodies of serenade will sing
But forever deaf his ears
And what he got by procurement or cunning
Will lie waste to his soul
His body sequestered in a box
Swallowed by the earth
The fists he clasped at coming
He will clasp at going.