The Transient Nature Of Human Life Poem by Jokpeme Joseph Omode

When I deeply contemplate the transient nature of human life,
I realize that, from beginning to end,
life is impermanent like an illusion.
Oh death! Conqueror of man,
Why have you decided
To leave us with untold sufferings and pains?
Why have you decided to leave us
With nothing but tears and sorrow?

You make an end of man;
Great and small,
Rich and poor,
Strong and weak,
Wise and foolish,
Predators and preys alike;
Is the mother earth not tired of swallowing up everything?
When will she give up swallowing up everything?

Oh monstrous enemy!
Had you ask for money?
You would have been given millions;
If you would have requested for meat,
You would have been offered more than enough.
If you would have requested for sacrifices,
You would have been offered
More than you requested for.

And if you ask of money,
You would have been bought only by the rich
Which is meaniless.
But since you are the end of mortals,
And since you are the path I must go,
I shall prepare and come to you
With songs of praise and with hope to rise,
To conquere and live again.