Unintentional Existence: Live To Die Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Whoever watches me
Over from where yea sits,
Stand, fly or lie
Doing ding things
Unspeakable whoa
If I be yea, rebuke me

For I've done so
When the sun follows
And in the darkest black
Yet I know, doubts of blank
I was created
If I be yea, rebuke me

One of the actors
In the film called life
So funny to know
That the script writer
Is me alive
Computerised to turn off the TV

Life isn't yes or no
What affects
Is the 'if not'
If not technology for the labour
Slaves I might still trade
Without favour

Freedom is a state of mind
Evidence of 'I'm alive'
Life approaches the sharp knife
Not easy being the stainless one
Yet harder to hear and know
No man lives forever.