How The Mighty Have Fallen Poem by Ayandare Mayowa

How the mighty have fallen,
Names which yesterday people were calling,
To which some were kneeling,
Everybody beckoning,
Their achievements and testimony, the news telling,
Them now, we are mourning.

How the mighty have fallen,
By their hands, foes were trembling,
Their expressions, frightening,
Their feat, so much, humbling,
Their confidence intimidating,
Now there, their body lying.

How the mighty have fallen,
Yesterday, their music, people were dancing,
Them to touch, many struggling,
Every of their record, we were buying,
Now their harp, no more playing,
To their performance, no more shouting,

How the mighty have fallen,
From their path, people were running,
Every of their action, simply cunning,
Under them, men constantly toiling,
And to show for their sweat, nothing,
Now their body gradually rottens,
Them now, God will be judging.

How the mighty have fallen,
The nation’s money, they were claiming,
Any opposition, killing,
On fine wine and fatted calf, they were dinning,
Now by their flesh, the farms will be yielding,
At their death, people were dancing.

One to ten, I am counting,
When will man be free of vain hunting?
Always seeking to get extra something,
In our quest, we sacrifice God, virtues, friends, all things,
Forgetting life is vanity, nothing,
How the Mighty have fallen.